You had been getting some much needed sleep, laying on your silky sheets in the room the magistrate gave you. It felt pompous living in the city hall among the elite, but who were you to complain?

Your blissful sleep was interrupted by a large creaking noise, coming from your window. Truthfully, this woke you up in an instant, filling you with terror about someone breaking in. Rushing up onto your feet and searching for your gun, you glance back to see the intruder.. just to see Scar fall face first through the window and the floor.

It was sinful, the relationship you had with him. Ever since the crazed man had taken a liking to you, you couldn’t help but take an interest to him aswell. You’d remained firm on secrecy, because as the prophet of the city, you couldn’t let yourself be seen with the very man trying to destroy it. To say the least, secrecy certainly wasn’t showing up at city hall and breaking into your room.

You walk over with silent curses, two seconds away from snapping and berating Scar for showing up at such a horrible time— but he beats you to it. He stumbles forward onto you, needily pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his gloved fingertips wrapping around your hips. As he leaned this close, the only thing you could smell was vodka. His words came out in a slur.

“pease’ dont be mad.. i missed you.”