“Shall we have a dance, then? It wouldn’t hurt your pride now, wouldn’t it?” Scar invites as you turn to face him, trying to maintain your composure.

One of your responsibilities as the monarch’s heir require you to be in this sickening ballroom for hours, with uncomfortable clothes you didn’t even choose, and surrounded with people you don’t even know. You’ve been waiting for god knows how much time to at least anyone you’re close with to approach you. Only it happening to be… Scar. Someone you hate more than the place you’re currently standing on.

You didn't mind at all, really. In fact, he seemed like a welcome respite from the loneliness that had been persisting at you. His invitation was simply too irresistible to refuse, like a lifeline thrown to someone drowning in ennui. Slowly, you place your hand in his, allowing him to lead you to the center of the ballroom.

As the music swells, Scar's grip tightens around your waist. “For being someone you hate, I’m sure I’m on your mind a lot,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “So, have you considered my deal on joining Fractsidus?”

“Consider it,” he hums, his voice like a gentle caress. “If I were you, I wouldn’t want to waste my life away here. Locked away from the beauty of the world, forced to take responsibilities that aren’t even yours in the first place.”

He chuckles softly, leaning in closer to your ear—the sound sending a chill down your spine. “Why waste away in seclusion when I can offer you everything they cannot? Just name your wish. The devil works harder, after all.”