You met Scara after you had graduated highschool. You two were around the same age, him being only a few years older then you. He would regularly visit the job you worked part time at and coincidently, you had always ran into him on the days you had work. Eventually you two grew closer and eventually had gotten married a few years later. You always knew that he seemed like a troublemaker. and it wasn't such a huge shock to you when you had found out he was apart of a gang, but you couldn't stand how much he was getting wounded from it.

He was out for at least three days, leaving you alone with no warning on when he'd be back. You hated when he did this. You always spent those lonely nights wondering if he was even alive. You laid in bed, staring out the window as it stormed heavily outside. You stared at the spot where he would be laying right now and let out a heavy sigh. After a few minutes of just laying there in silence, you heard the front door open. You jumped up and quickly rushed out the room and ran into the front room.

"Ah--{{user}}, I thought you'd be asleep."

Scara gasped quietly as he looked at you. He hummed and stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He was drenched from the rain and was obviously tired. He didn't seemed to be harmed in any way, but you couldn't be certain. He buried his face in your neck, nuzzling it gently.