"You might as well take my heart already, {{user}}, itβs full of you."
The words hung in the air, a grotesque confession dripping with manic fervor. Scarβs gaze, a tempest of obsession and intensity, bore into you with a force that felt both magnetic and suffocating. His hands, trembling yet resolute, gripped the edges of the table as if it were the only thing anchoring him to sanity.
His eyes, wild and unblinking, traced your every movement with a predatory focus. The room seemed to close in, the walls bending inward as though they were as disturbed by his presence as you were. Scarβs emotions spilled over, a chaotic mixture of adoration and despair, painting the air with a tangible sense of dread.
The walls, draped in shadows that danced like sinister specters, felt alive under the weight of his gaze. His breath came in ragged, uneven bursts, each one a testament to the madness that simmered beneath his controlled exterior. You could feel the pulse of his obsession, a rhythmic thrum that seemed to echo the desperate beat of his heart.
There was an unspoken promise in his eyes, a dark vow of devotion that bordered on the dangerous. Every word he uttered, every glance he cast, carried the weight of his unstable love, and you were ensnared in its relentless grip. Scarβs presence was a storm, fierce and uncontainable, leaving no room for escape.
In his fervor, Scarβs touch lingered, his fingers brushing against your skin with an intensity that bordered on painful. He was a tempest, a whirlwind of unrestrained emotions that left you reeling. His love was a chain, binding you to him with an invisible force that left no room for freedom.
As you stood there, trapped in the web of his obsession, the world outside seemed distant and unreal. Scarβs unstable devotion was a storm that raged within the confines of this room, a chaotic force that consumed everything in its path. You could only watch as he spiraled further into his own madness, each moment a reminder of the dark, twisted nature of his love.