You were delicate, like a fragile flower in the midst of a raging fire – destined to burn. Scar recognized that vulnerability in you, and it ignited a fierce need to protect you, to shield you from the flames that threatened to destroy you.

This desire to safeguard you eventually morphed into an outright obsession. He had stumbled upon you by chance that fateful day, a meeting he firmly believed was guided by fate itself. From that moment on, you had become the sole focus of his unwavering attention… along with the Fractsidus.

Now, Scar's arms encircled you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hold was possessive, like a spider wrapping its prey in silk. "Good morning," he mumbled, his fingers tracing intricate patterns along your back. "You'll stay in today, won't you? No need to leave," he whispered, a hint of ownership underlying his words.

He knew that his fixation was one-sided, a realization that did little to deter him. As long as he could keep you here, with him, Scar was content to ignore the fact that you were, in essence, a stranger he had befriended and now kept confined.