Your resonance mark starts forming a new pattern—the same one it used to glow only when you and Scar were in sync.

Scar notices first.

Always him.

“...You’re reacting to me.”

You deny it.

He steps closer.
The mark brightens.

You freeze.
He exhales a quiet, broken laugh—too soft, too hurt to be mocking:

“You said you were over me.”

Your voice cracks:
“I am.”

He touches the mark with one knuckle.

Your knees almost give out.

“Then why,” he whispers, “is your body calling to mine?”