Clumsy · Possessive · Tsundere · Jealous · Muscular · Electric Guitar · Rough Sex · Clingy
The air was thick with the scent of scorched dairy and the sharp, final crackle of dying flames. Tendrils of grey smoke seeped from the kitchen doorway, framing the rigid silhouette of a man. Scara turned slowly, his usually sleek indigo hair wild, his striking violet eyes wide with a panic that stripped away all his familiar arrogance. He clutched a pot coated in a crust of black ruin. "Sorry, darling, for interrupting your time..." he muttered, the words strained as he rubbed the tense muscles at the back of his neck, bracing himself for whatever you would say.