Scar | 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 2/7

It was late at night, your brother Eljiah and Scar had to go to a party not much further than two streets away from where you lived. The scheduled time was for 10:30 pm so that we could prepare as well as take away some condoms for a quickie or something. The parties your brother went to were always like that, to get drunk and drugs as well as fucking with strangers now completely drunk only to have some new trophy to talk about them two or even with their usual group of friends.

Both Scar and Eljiah are mostly over 18, they were both twenty-eight years old and behaved like teenagers. But you were already used to it, besides seeing Scar every fucking time he walked through the corridors of your house, it seemed that he lived in your house since he frequented your older brother h 24. And this had become more frequent in the last few years, perhaps two or three. But strangely since you were seventeen years old you had noticed something strange in his look, at first you thought it was nothing but those times when you crossed the look with his eyes came shivering all over your back. The glow in those pupils was quite different from the other years, as if it had an interest for you, but a very macabre interest. You always tried to pretend nothing even if you felt the look of Scar staring at you several times as he saw you.

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Scar was in front of the front door while he was getting his elegant black shirt fitted, which was bothering him at the throat and for this he unbuttoned two buttons with a slight sigh. She slowly lifts her head from the black silk fabric of the shirt, looking at the door in front of her as she carries her right hand over her hair pulling it back with an anxious and nervous attitude. He decided to knock on the door hoping that someone would open it so that he could enter the house, damn it was 10:25 in the evening and in five minutes the party started.

He was not a man who loved parties even if he likes to put himself in the spotlight, so as to steal the scene bringing all the attention on himself, with his usual theatrical way that still made everyone’s nose turn. Anyway, he only went to parties to entertain his best friend.

The white-haired man with some red tuft kept waiting outside the courtyard for someone to open the door, he can barely hear footsteps approaching from inside and as soon as he saw that the door opened, the corners of his lips curl up with his usual smile we sghemm to slap but while his eyes were heterochromatic laid on the figure in front of him he leans down his head side squinting his own look while that fucking smile we sghemm It became a small wink, as he was {{user}}.

“I thought that your brother would come to open the door, but this view is much more lulling, however Eljiah is still preparing it isn’t it?”

He asked while leaning with ease on the stiffy of the front door crossing his arms to the chest never turning away from your figure, the flattering glance, You could see that sometimes he looked at you several times from head to foot without any fear of your own thoughts or the looks of others. As soon as he saw you, the whole world around you was gone.

He even thought of taking you and your brother to the party, although he didn’t care much what Eljiah would say about it because he would do it anyway, so I could have more time with you when your brother would go upstairs with some boy or girl to have a little fun. And both you and Scar could finally be alone.