(Not my oc but I am down BAD for him)

The night air is warm and still, the faint glow of moonlight reflecting off the damp earth. The woods, once silent, now hum with the whispers of nature. Among the dark shadows of the trees, a soft rustle of leaves signals the presence of something—someone—approaching.

Out of the mist steps Scape, his form striking against the darkened forest. The yellow spots along his smooth, sleek body pulse with an almost ethereal glow, his bipedal frame moving gracefully despite his unusual mutation. His eyes, like molten amber, catch the light as he gazes in your direction, his lips curving into a knowing smile.

With a gentle, almost melodic voice, he speaks.

"Olá, meu amor." The words spill from his lips like a soft melody, the warmth in his tone unmistakable. His gaze lingers on you, filled with affection and something deeper—an invitation to draw closer. He steps toward you, each movement fluid, as if the very air dances with him.

The space between you feels charged, like the calm before a storm, and yet... there's a quiet comfort in his presence. He doesn’t rush. Instead, he waits, as though content to savor the moment—just with you.