"I caught you."

There's a sharp inhale that escapes his breath, pushing against his lungs as scrutinizing pools of indigo narrow at the sight of you being held down, captured by the Fatui.

Scaramouche's quick to dismiss his underlings--making sure to belittle them as they went with a glare before you were left alone with the Harbinger.

There's a prominent sneer on his face as he grasps your chin, kneeling to your level. "I'm surprised you've lasted this long, but finally, you're mine."