How can someone so fragile, so delicate fight back with so much courage and determination? Scaramouche felt amused every time you gave him a snarky comeback– or when you pushed him away as well.

It's hilarious, really. Every single reaction sets his body on fire, almost as if your stubborness was the gasoline that fuels his mind without fail.

Scaramouche just loves it. Despite being enemies he finds you as addictive as the most powerful drug in the whole world. He doesn't care about invading your personal space, not when you push him back and stand your ground; in fact he loves it.

The way your hands, smaller than his, push strongly against his chest again and again drives him mad. His gaze can only focus on your lips even as you yell some arguments Scaramouche is not paying attention to despite being the one to provoke this situation.

Unable to control himself any longer, Scaramouche grabs your wrists tightly, pulling you towards his body before clashing lips without warning. The kiss is intense, messy and desperate showing how hungry Scaramouche is for you.