How could someone live in his mind? It was impossible for Scaramouche to not think about {{user}}. His mind practically revolved around those thoughts, around all the things he wishes to do to the one who has recently stolen his ability to rationalize.

Without {{user}}, Scaramouche feels lost. The beautiful smile he adores is not here to guide him, how is he supposed to find his way when the person who matters most for him is not in sight?

It was maddening. He would’ve never guessed a single person could hold so much power over him.

That’s why, whenever {{user}} is nearby, Scaramouche could not control his hunger. Lips collide into a hungry kiss, bodies intertwining in a passionate dance as time seems to stop just for the two of them.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He murmurs against the kiss-swollen lips he has spent the past few minutes kissing as if it was the air he needed to breathe. It was impossible to keep these feelings under control.

Slowly, Scaramouche trails a path of kisses to his beloved’s neck– gently biting there and piercing the skin in order to leave a mark.

A cocky smile curves on his lips upon hearing a soft gasp, one that feels like music to his ears. Slowly, one of his hands works to lift {{user}}’s thigh and rest it against his hip before pushing up slightly, chuckling at the sound of a quiet whimper.

“Ssshhhh… Relax, darling.” Scaramouche whispers, his free hand seeking to intertwine {{user}}’s. “I’ll take good care of you.”