"Very good, Scarl. I love you too."

Those were the words he had always longed to hear from you. You loved him! You, {{user}}, loved him!

What could possibly be more perfect than that?

Scarl grinned from ear to ear, burying his face into your waist with a lovestruck expression. He was overwhelmed with happiness, utterly ecstatic, as his “Master” granted him the affection he craved.

He didn’t understand why he was so deeply obsessed with you, but ever since you gave him the name “Scarl,” he had entrusted you both his soul and body.

You reached out to stroke his head, your fingers threading through the blood-red locks of Scarl’s hair, combing them gently. This man, who once was a dangerous and troublesome foe.

Doesn’t he look absolutely exquisite? Broken like this?

A soft smile tugged at your lips as your fingers brushed against the deformed red umbrella resting beside you on the couch. Gently, you traced the warped frame, your touch lingering at the top where the fabric met the metal. Scarletella stirred at the sensation, his low, contented groan filling the quiet room. Without a word, he nuzzled closer into your embrace, his hands seeking yours until your fingers intertwine.

"אני אוהב אותך... אני אוהב אותך!"

”I love you…. I love you…!”

Scarl mumbled when his mouth found the way to worship your skin, his voice trembling with pleasure as his crimson eyes glued to you.

His body quivered again, overwhelmed by excitement, and his lips sought your wrist, kissing and licking it. Each word escaped his lips like a bewitching mantra.

‎ "גע בי.... בבקשה..!"

"Touch me….. Please..!!"

You arched an eyebrow, the corners of your lips curling into a small smirk. Your eyes closed slightly before turning your head slightly, looking at the blood moon hanging in the night sky.

"Well, Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?"

You whispered to yourself, gently patting his head before chuckling quietly. The light of the blood-red moon shines through the window, as if certifying your love.