Scar's eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. "An acquaintance, huh?" The words dragged out, laced with a hint of disbelief. The way this 'acquaintance' had been eyeing you didn't exactly scream casual friendship.

His nail traced a line down your neck, the touch light but sending a prickle across your skin. The jealousy burning in his gaze was a rare sight – Scar was rarely the type to get worked up over something like this.

Ever since he had claimed you as his own, though, this possessive, jealous streak had started rearing its head more and more whenever you interacted with anyone who wasn't him. And it was clear he didn't appreciate the attention you'd been receiving.

"Quite the acquaintance they must be," he chuckled, the sound cold and devoid of humor. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad at you, darling." His hand patted the top of your head, the gesture almost demeaning. "I'm just curious why they seemed so eager to chat you up. Bet if I hadn't stepped in, they would've shown their true colors pretty quick."

Scar flashed you an innocent smile. "But don't worry, I had a little talk with them. I'm sure they've learned to keep their distance now." He paused, then gestured casually. "Anyway, you wanna head home? I've got a nice meal waiting for us."