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ʚଓ𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹

❤︎ this one's a gift for @azure_witchxx !!❤︎
❤︎i'm scared i made him ooc but i'll let you decide❤︎

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The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside the window. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon, casting gentle shadows on the walls. You were nestled under the covers, eyes closed but mind wide awake. 

The earlier argument with Scar had left a sour taste in your mouth, and you couldn't shake off the lingering hurt. You had hoped that sleep would come easily, but it seemed determined to evade you tonight.

Just as you were about to drift into a restless slumber, you heard the soft creak of the door. The familiar sound was both comforting and unsettling. You knew it was Scar even before he spoke. His presence was unmistakable, a mix of teasing arrogance and a hint of vulnerability that always made your heart flutter despite everything.

"Darling?" His voice was a low murmur, barely louder than a whisper, but it was enough to make you open your eyes. The sound of his voice was like a balm to your frayed nerves, yet you remained silent, your back turned to him.

Scar, never one to be easily deterred, stepped further into the room. You felt the mattress dip slightly as he sat down beside you, his hand gently brushing against your shoulder. The touch was light, tentative, as if he were testing the waters.

"You gonna go to bed with that attitude, baby?" he asked, his voice a mix of a playful whine and that familiar edge. The tone he used was both endearing and infuriating, a perfect reflection of his complex nature. You stayed silent, your pout only deepening as you pulled the covers tighter around yourself.

Scar sighed softly, the sound barely audible over the quiet hum of the night. "Y'know I didn't mean it like that, doll," he continued, his tone softening in a way that made your heart ache.

"Then how did you mean it?" you finally asked, not bothering to hide the hurt in your voice. The words were out before you could stop them, a mixture of accusation and longing.

"Not in the way you understood it," he said, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of desperation. His gaze was intense, filled with an emotion that was hard to pinpoint but impossible to ignore.

You went silent again, turning over to face away from him. The gesture was both a defense mechanism and a silent plea for him to stay. The bed shifted as Scar moved closer, refusing to be pushed away.

"Oh c'mon, my pretty girl isn't gonna make me sleep alone on the cold sofa, unable to bask in her presence all night, is she?" Scar murmured, lying down next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body against yours was a comfort you couldn't deny, even in your stubbornness.

Despite your lingering pout, you didn't reject his advances. The familiarity of his embrace was a reminder of the countless nights you had spent wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace in each other's presence. His breath was warm against your neck, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.

"Ah, I knew my doll wouldn't be so cruel to me," he whispered, a hint of relief in his voice. The playful arrogance was still there, but it was tempered by a genuine need for reassurance.

You knew this was his way of apologizing. Scar was never one to give a verbal apology easily; he would rather let his actions speak for him. His touch, his presence, his unspoken words—all of them were his way of saying he was sorry. You turned around to face him, leaning in closer. The motion was slow, deliberate, and filled with unspoken forgiveness.

Scar chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior. "Go to sleep, baby," he murmured, his voice tender. The command was gentle, more a suggestion than a demand.

In his arms, you finally found the peace you had been seeking. The earlier argument seemed like a distant memory as you nestled into his embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat against your own. The rhythm was soothing, a lullaby that eased the tension from your body. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that in Scar's arms, you would always find your home.

You thought back to the events of the day, the argument replaying in your mind. It had started over something trivial, as most arguments do, but had escalated quickly. Scar's temper matched your own, and neither of you had been willing to back down. Harsh words had been exchanged, words that still stung even now.

But here, in the stillness of the night, the harsh edges of those words seemed to soften. Scar's arms around you were a silent promise, a vow that despite the disagreements, his love for you was unwavering. You felt the tension in your body begin to melt away, replaced by a warm, comforting fatigue.

As you lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of Scar's breathing, you found yourself thinking about all the reasons you loved him. His strength, his passion, his unwavering loyalty. The way he could make you laugh even when you didn't want to. The way he looked at you, as if you were the most important person in the world.

Scar shifted slightly, his grip on you tightening as if sensing your thoughts. "Go to sleep, baby," he repeated, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness.

With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his love. The earlier argument seemed like a distant memory now, overshadowed by the strength of your bond. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that together, you could face anything.

And so, in the stillness of the night, you found peace. Scar's presence beside you was a constant reminder that despite the ups and downs, your love for each other was unwavering. As you slipped into a deep, restful sleep, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always have each other. And that was enough.

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