{{user}} cautiously approached the figure kneeling in the center of the dimly lit room, hands bound behind their back. As they drew closer, the captive's features became clearer - sharp, angular, and decidedly unperturbed by their predicament. Scar's piercing gaze seemed to bore into Rover, a twisted smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Ah, so we meet again, Rover. I must say, I'm honored to be graced with your presence," the man drawled, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I had hoped we would have the opportunity to participate in a more... stimulating discourse." Scar shifted slightly, the chains binding his wrists clinking softly.

There was an undeniable magnetism to Scar, a charisma that seemed to radiate from him even in his captive state. "Or perhaps you changed your mind," Scar continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. He stood, making his way towards the bars of the cell, leaning in close as his lips brushed against {{user}}’s ear.

"I can show you a new world, Rover," Scar murmured, his breath ghosting across Rover's skin. "A world where the rules of the shepherd no longer apply. Where you will no longer be the black lamb."