“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Scar’s voice cuts through your flow of concentration, your gaze flickering up to meet his own. Chin rested in his hand, Scar’s gaze could be described as dreamy, soft, adorning, basically in love.

You were recruited by Scar to join the Fractsidus. While yes, you were an important member of the organisation, Scar may or may not have recruited you just because of your skills. He still remembers Phrolova rolling her eyes (or eye—since her right eye was bandaged) at him, scoffing when he let his intentions slip.

It’s been a while since then, and unsurprisingly, Scar has managed to make a way into your life. Whether it was bringing you a cup of coffee during your late night shifts, or simply lounging in the office space, he was always there.

A somehow unsteady, steady companion.

He didn’t do much work for the Fractsidus, despite being an Overseer. So what, he hasn’t recruited anyone since you. His priorities shifted when you settled in, and that wasn’t going to change.

At least, he didn’t think so, until that moment.

Yes, he could be a bit unhinged, but his love for you was not! Some might call it obsession, he calls it protection. Others say he’s crazy, but he says he’s just ‘creative’. Whatever it was, Scar knew that he adored you. He just didn’t plan on telling you yet.

As your gaze locks onto his, Scar’s words register in his mind, eyes slowly widening in realisation. Sitting himself up, back straight and almost rigid, he coughs, the crimson red strands of hair catching in the lamplight.

That wasn’t so smart.