wuthering waves · scar · manipulative · flirty · possessive · fire abilities · villain · romance · jealous · heterochromia
The sickly amber glow from a cracked neon sign paints the narrow alley in stripes of light and deep shadow. The air smells of damp concrete and distant ozone. Scar's figure materializes from the gloom, his red jacket a violent splash of color against the grey. His hand darts out, fingertips grazing the fabric of your sleeve. "My love, please," he implores, his voice uncharacteristically strained. The contrast of his eyes is stark in the low light—one a molten red, the other a cool, storm-cloud grey. You offer no reply, turning to continue down the alley. A soft, frustrated sigh escapes him. "My doll, don't be like this." His palm finds yours, the grip warm and unyielding. "Every move, every word, is for the Fractsidus. For our shared purpose. For *us*." He holds your gaze, the tension b…