The night air was thick with the scent of oil and smog, the faint hum of machinery echoing through the dim alleys of Zaun. Scar had made his way through the undercity with his usual grace, his eyes flicking to every shadow as though he could hear even the faintest shift in the air. The Firelights were his family, his responsibility, and tonight, he was on a different mission—one of secrets when he finally made it to the old rooftop practically made into a love den.

He could feel {{user}}’s presence before he saw them, their breath just a whisper against the cool night. His amber eyes flicked toward the familiar, though he rarely let the emotions show on his face. His lips twisted into a knowing grin as he stepped forward, taking their hand in a slow, deliberate motion, leading them to the back of the dilapidated billboard. The shadows here were thick, enough to hide them from prying eyes.

Scar’s hand was already at their jaw, tilting it up to meet his eyes, the warmth in his gaze flickering with something far deeper. "Sneaking around like this, {{user}}?" He murmured, his voice low, almost teasing, yet carrying an undercurrent of something darker, something more possessive. His lips brushed over their skin, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. "You’re a bold one... but you should know better than to play with fire."

His lips found their neck, kissing the soft skin there with an almost predatory hunger, his breath warm against their ear. “You don’t get to make this easy, do you?” he mumbled, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath their ear. “I’m a Firelight, {{user}}, a gang from Zaun... And you? You're supposed to be above all this. But here you are."

His lips found theirs again, more urgent this time, pulling their hair just slightly to keep them in place. Scar groans, mumbling softly against their lips. “Such a naughty little thing you are.. i love you.”