“Darling—” your front door suddenly burst open, “guess who’s back from jail?~” Scar's arms wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace so tight it steals your breath.

You didn’t think you’d see him again so soon. He’d only been arrested not too long ago, and for trespassing and causing trouble in the Grand Library. He was an idiot, a reckless idiot, you thought. He deserved to be locked up, yet, somehow he was here, squeezing the life out of you.

“You know I couldn’t stand to be away from you any longer.” He rubs his cheek affectionately against yours. He was just going to cause more trouble for you, especially now that he's a wanted fugitive. Scar was many things, but predictable was not one of them.

“You don’t mind if I crash here for tonight?” He kissed your cheek, fluttering his lashes and hoping that his sweet affections would be enough to sway you. “Or maybe a few days… months… probably a year.” He smiled. He knew you'd do anything for him—you were as obsessed with him as he was with you—and that included harboring a fugitive.