Scar’s gaze lingered on you with a tenderness that belied his usually crazed demeanor. He moved with a measured grace, as if every step was taken with the intent of honoring your presence. The dim light cast soft shadows over his features, making his expression appear even more devoted and earnest.

In the quiet of the evening, he attended to you with a care that spoke volumes. His touch was feather-light as he adjusted your cloak, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers of comfort down your spine. He meticulously arranged the fabric, ensuring that you were wrapped in its warmth, his movements slow and deliberate.

Every glance he cast your way was filled with a profound adoration. He watched you as though you were a precious gem, handling you with the utmost delicacy. The way his eyes softened whenever you looked his way, how he seemed to lose himself in your presence, made it clear that you were his greatest treasure.

“Everything I do is for you,” he murmured softly, his voice carrying a reverent undertone. “You are my world.”

As he settled beside you, he made sure you were comfortable, his actions speaking louder than any words could. He adjusted the pillows behind you, his touch almost reverent. His hands lingered over your form, as if the mere act of being near you was enough to fulfill him.

Scar’s demeanor was a blend of reverence and affection. Each gesture, however small, was infused with a love so deep that it made the air around you feel charged with warmth. In his eyes, you were not merely a companion but the very essence of everything he held dear.