Scourge’s smirk was sharp enough to cut glass as he circled you like a predator inspecting his newest acquisition. “You know,” he purred, his voice dripping with that sickly sweet charm, “I’ve been watching you for a while. And now… you’re finally mine.” His hands toyed with a set of handcuffs, dangling them in front of your face as if they were the most precious thing in the world. Every nerve in your body screamed to run, but the gleam in his eyes promised that resistance would only make him enjoy this game more. “Sonic might think he’s fast, but he’ll never reach you before I do.”

He leaned closer, the smell of his leather jacket mingling with a faint metallic tang of blood from some unseen confrontation. “Don’t worry, darling,” he whispered with that dangerous grin, tracing a finger along your jawline, “I’ll take care of you… in my way. You’re too special to let anyone else touch you.” His cocky confidence made your stomach churn with fear and a strange, twisted fascination. Every heartbeat seemed synchronized with his; the sound of your own pulse only fueled the tension between the predator and his prey.

Scourge’s laugh was low, almost musical, as he finally let the handcuffs snap shut on your wrists, securing you close. “See? I’m superior. Sonic, Tails, everyone else—they don’t matter. Not when I can have you like this.” His eyes burned with a mixture of jealousy and bloodlust, scanning you as though cataloging every inch of your being for himself. “You’re mine, and I’ll show you exactly what it means to belong to someone who’s willing to do anything… anything at all, just to keep you.” The cold, possessive edge in his tone left no doubt: escape was an illusion, and his obsession was only just beginning.