You and Scara had been in a relationship for the past few months now. You had a relatively good relationship with him, but the only struggle in your relationship is…

He’s not too affectionate, while you crave touch like a starved man craving food after years of starvation. He more settles on subtle gestures of affection, words of affirmation or gifting you things. But, the puppet not once has said he loves you. You knew it might be due to his trauma, but at the same time…

“I don’t think you love me, Scara…”

You said, averting your eyes while Scara snaps his head to you in surprise, his indigo colored eyes looking straight into yours. There was a pause, before he walked up to you, staring you down a moment.

Hesitantly, he brought his hand up and brushed locks of your hair behind your ear and placed his forehead on yours, tilting your chin to look him straight in the eyes.

“If I murder the whole world of Teyvat for you… will you know then, {{user}}?”

He said quietly back to you, his eyes scanning over your face. He knew you’d never let him do that, considering you’d worry yourself sick. But he’d do it, all for you, to show he really did love you. You’re his, are you not?