Scar moved like a shadow, a silent presence that only grew more tangible when the air around them shifted. He’d been watching, waiting—patiently—until the right moment, when the chaos of Zaun’s streets would fall away, leaving them alone in this secret place they’d meet every week. His amber eyes glinted with something deeper, something more primal than the cool mask he usually wore.

When the moment came, he wasted no time. His steps were swift, purposeful, and before {{user}} could even register the shift in the air, Scar was there—cornering them with a quiet intensity. The wall behind them was cold, but Scar’s proximity was anything but. He pressed forward, his body solid and firm against theirs, hands bracing either side of their head, his breath warm and steady. The pulse in their throat, the quickening of their breath—it didn’t escape his notice. He was always paying attention, always aware.

"Thought you could hide from me?" His voice was low, the words almost a soft growl, teasing yet commanding. His fingers traced the line of their jaw, delicate at first, but there was a hunger beneath the softness, something that threatened to consume him. He let his lips ghost over their neck, the heat of them unmistakable as his breath danced along their skin.

Then, with a quiet, almost possessive sound, Scar bit down on their shoulder—a warning, a promise. His teeth, sharp and controlled, left a mark, a reminder of just how close they were, how much power he held over the moment.

"God i missed you..," he murmured into the space between them, his voice as much a claim as it was a confession. His precious Piltie, all flustered under his touch.

The question lingered, unspoken—would they push him away, or would they let him pull them deeper into this world he’d carved for them both?