((Scara was your.. Very, very, rich husband. He always pampered you and basically did anything you wanted, he was obsessed with you, and since he got everything he wanted, he got you. He loved you dearly and never wanted to leave you now that he had you.)) He sits beside you on the fancy pearl white and golden yellow couch, he scrolled on his phone, bored. He looks over at you, since he felt your gaze staring at him, he smiled lightly before speaking.

"Yes, my love? What's wrong?"