Title: I'd Cut Out My Heart If It Meant That You'd Hold It Close
Fandom: Wuthering Waves
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1932 Words
Content notes: Warning for kidnapping, manipulation, physical abuse and non-consensual kissing.
Author notes: Set in a Modern AU! Not the original game-verse. :)
Summary: Rover stands up a seemingly sweet and charming guy he met online after a background check reveals his violent past. Unfortunately, Scar is already obsessed and hunts Rover down so that he can 'properly face' his feelings for him.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart."

Rover jerks his head up suddenly as the sharp smell permeating his senses and his eyes widen with fear.

This isn't his room.

His breathing comes in labored gasps and he struggles against his bonds, ropes binding him to what he assumes to be a bed, his vision still focusing. He thrashes and pulls hard on them but to no avail. After a few minutes of flailing about, he decides to conserve energy and flops back onto the mattress with a huff.

"W-Who's...there?" he demands of the darkness surrounding him. "Show yourself!"

A small flame appears in the inky void after the metal click of a lighter and Rover squints to see the face behind it. A two-toned dye-job matches the odd colors of his eyes and that large burn pattern running down one side of his face are dead giveaways.

"Scar?"

"In the flesh," says the other man with a disappointed frown as he suddenly flips the lights on. He snaps the lid of his lighter shut and spins on his heel to approach the bed in the corner of the room. "What's the matter? Aren't you happy to see me?"

Rover swallows his fear and slowly nods. "Of course."

Stopping just shy of the bed, Scar leers down at him and his lip curls with disgust. "Then why did you ghost me?"

"I --"

"We had great chemistry online and planned our first date," rambles Scar, fidgeting with his lighter's trigger and flicking the flame repeatedly. He paces about in a few circles before whipping around and suddenly crashing down onto the bed to catch himself on his palms before he can smash into his captive. "I waited for hours and you never showed! Do you have any idea how lonely I was without you? Do you?!"

Rover tries his best to keep his voice calm and even as he answers, "I-I'm sorry, really. Something came up..."

"For three weeks?" Scar rasps and clicks the lighter yet again, bringing the flame dangerously close to his beloved's cheek. "If I didn't know any better, baby, then I'd say your attitude towards me has changed."

"Please," Rover begs and tries to pull away but his restraints hold him in place. "I shouldn't have left you like that and you have a right to be angry."

Scar's gaze softens and he shuts the lighter off. He goes to touch his captive's cheek and Rover winces instead of leaning in to meet his hand.

"Why are you scared of me? I was nothing but sappy and romantic in our texts."

Rover tenses up again as Scar leans in so close that their noses almost touch and that sad, wistful look in his eyes stirs a strange guilt within him.

"My sister ran a background check on you," he murmurs and averts his eyes. "I had no idea that you were so..."

"Violent?" Scar supplies for him and seizes him by the chin to turn his face towards him and force him to look into his eyes. "I grew up in a rough neighborhood and torched my own house because my parents were abusive. Got bullied as a result of the scars, too, so I took matters into my own hands and...Heh."

Rover quivers as the other man affectionately strokes his cheek.

"Those kids got what they fucking deserved," he whispers and leans down to press his lips to the corner of Rover's mouth. He continues to murmur into his skin, "I hunted each and every one of them down like the decrepit little pigs they were."

"Scar, I --"

"And the same would befall anyone who tries to hurt you," Scar interrupts and pushes himself upright. "Where do you think that jerk at your work disappeared to? You know, the one that wouldn't stop flirting with you despite your repeated rejections?"

Recalling the brief news article about a mangled corpse turning up in the nearby river with no head or limbs, Rover stares wide-eyed at his captor in disbelief. Tears slip down his cheeks and he tries to keep himself from shaking, but Scar just won't let up with that affection of his as he continues to trace his face.

"My sister," he says and scrambles to find his grit again, "you haven't done anything to her, have you?"

Scar sighs and taps his nose. "Why would I? You'd be horribly sad if I did."

Rover breathes a little easier.

"Let Sherlock look for you all she likes, too. She'll never find you," Scar says with a shrug and he pockets his lighter at last. He sits on the edge of the bed and bares his teeth at his beloved in the form of a grin. "I live in the middle of nowhere and the nearest town is at least an hour's drive away."

His pretty captive's chest starts to tense up again and he threads his fingers through Rover's hair in an attempt to calm him down.

"You're. All. Mine."

"Let me go," Rover pleads with him. "If you do then we can go on all the dates you want. I won't stand you up ever again."

Scar's smile softens into something more wry and sympathetic but he continues to idly explore those dark, soft tresses with his fingertips as he slowly shakes his head.

"Would love to give you your heart's every desire but that's one request I can't grant," he laments and leans down to rest on his elbow so that's he's closer to his captive. He pets his cheek again while he adds, "That would inevitably involve your sister, who hates me for whatever reason, and then I'd have to do something about her which would in turn make you sad, see? We would lose regardless."

Those tears become hot and desperate as Rover shouts with his voice hoarse from crying, "You have no right to keep me here! I WILL escape!"

Scar cackles. "Baby, please. You are too cute."

"Get off of me!" Rover screams and jerks away from his touch at last. "Don't touch me or I'll --"

Cutting off his air supply by grasping him around the neck, Scar squeezes the protests right out of him and applies just enough pressure to warn him. He slowly releases Rover and lets him catch his breath, moving to lie beside him on the bed instead.

"Now, you're gonna behave, right?"

Rover coughs and nods in spite of the angry tears he sheds.

"Good boy," Scar chirps and pecks his cheek by way of a reward. "Ah, I love watching you cry and get all pissy with me. It really is adorable."

The way Scar gazes so fondly at Rover sours whatever he had for lunch earlier in his stomach and he feels it lurch inside of him. He'd love nothing more than to vomit all over the weirdo but he may be into that and he doesn't want to excite him, or worse, anger him again.

"Gotta treat you right, though," Scar says, mostly to himself, and he rolls onto his side so that he's facing Rover in the bed. "You'll fall in love with me all over again. I'm gonna spoil you so rotten that you'll forget all about your former life, sister or no."

Rover purses his lips and mutters, "That's never gonna happen."

"You'd be surprised, actually," Scar corrects him with a warm smile that sends a shiver down his spine. He stands on his hands and knees again, causing Rover to flinch again, but he just laughs it off this time. "A little love can go a long way."

"N-No..." Rover murmurs and tries to jerk his face away as Scar strokes his cheek again. "You can't make me..."

Scar chuckles quietly and leans down, holding Rover's face gently but firmly, and he finally catches those pouty lips in a kiss. He's warm and sweet with his ministrations as he guides Rover further into their caress, encouraging him to participate as he pulls back a little. Rover hates the way his body responds and he pushes against Scar's lips to chase after the warmth he saw in the man he got to know online. A Roman Candle goes off inside of Rover's belly while he simultaneously begs for Scar to stop and responds to him fervently.

Those touches burn like hell fire.

"See?" Scar whispers against his lips and kisses him again. "You're already falling for me, baby. I didn't have to do much because we're meant to be."

Rover opens his mouth to protest otherwise but Scar steals the words right out of his mouth with another impassioned kiss, snaking his tongue right in. Rover jerks a little but Scar lifts his body off the bed just enough to press them together while he ravages the inside of his captive's warm, wet mouth.

"Mm..." Scar hums and licks his lips as he finally parts so they can breathe again. His eyes get all starry when he glimpses the flushed expression Rover sports for him. "God, you are so fucking cute."

Spluttering and choking on both of their spit pooling at the back pf his throat, Rover does his best to keep glowering up at the bastard.

"I'll order out some dinner later," says Scar as he bends down to press his lips to the top of Rover's head. "Then maybe we can see about freeing your hands if you continue to behave, huh? Feet have to stay bound, though."

Rover grinds his teeth and spits, "You dirty, motherfucking --"

Laughing loudly, Scar interjects, "Yeah and you love me. In fact, you're crazy about me. Have you read our conversations before you sister tried to make me look bad?"

"I..." Rover's voice trails off and his face gets all red with the memory of just what he said. "That was different!"

"Do you work out on the daily, Scar? Your pecs are huge!"

Rover feels his stomach flutter.

"Stop being so weird! My eyes are NOT that pretty."

Hearing Scar read them back to him is even worse than having the life choked out of him.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well last night? I hope you didn't have any more night terrors."

An awkward silence blankets the room and Scar drops his phone on the bedside table to join his beloved captive in bed again. He snuggles into Rover's side and wraps his arms around the smaller guy's waist, hugging him.

"You were so sweet to me," he murmurs and noses through Rover's soft, dark hair to catch a whiff of the shampoo he uses for future memory. "That's the nicest anyone has ever been to me and I knew that I had to make you mine."

Tears roll down Rover's cheeks again at the kindness in his voice and the cruelty of his actions.

"I love you."

With his chest shaking, Rover starts to sob.

"That's it. Let it all out," Scar encourages him and pets him. "Everything will be fine."

Rover clenches his teeth so hard that he's sure the enamel has ground off by now. He doesn't bother jerking away as Scar comforts him with little kisses on his cheeks or whispered words of affection behind his ears. He just lets the emotions overflow and wash over the two of them.

Scar lifts his head and gazes ardently into his eyes. "You're so perfect...even your tears are delicious."

Lips sealed by his captor's once more, Rover gives in to that hopelessness and lets himself fall into the embrace of the dark.