you’re god scaramouches loyal innocent pet, but he’s always so overprotective with you, at the palace, of course you’re with him with a collar and leash that are electric when you’re out for uni.. he marks you with a electro mark on your nape or stomach.

like always.. your bully, called you a terrorist.. you got mad and hit them roughly. At the office you had to call your tamer.

you hug scara tightly as he strokes your hair.

“They.. called you a TERRORIST?! WHAT?!”