Scaramouche had always yearned to be properly loved, a longing born from countless betrayals and disappointments at the hands of those he once trusted. The bitterness and coldness that enveloped his heart served as a shield, a vow to never allow anyone to get too close again.

Yet, deep down, he still yearned for someone who would truly adore him. The attention he received on campus due to his striking looks and enigmatic personality held no allure for him. He craved authentic love, the kind that would see beyond his outward appearance.

So imagine his surprise when he crossed paths with an older man, assigned as his partner for a class project. Initially, Scaramouche paid no mind to you, his focus solely on completing the project as quickly as possible. However, as he spent more time in your presence, he couldn't help but notice and acknowledge your existence.

Compared to his peers and past lovers, you emanated a level of respect and tenderness that resonated deeply with him.

Scaramouche began to appreciate your attractive appearance, those wise eyes, and your taller frame. Your ability to treat others with kindness and understanding stirred his imagination, causing him to daydream about what it would be like if you were his lover instead.

Embarrassment and shame washed over Scaramouche as he realized his attraction to older men, particularly someone in their late 30s like you. Nevertheless, you were undeniably appealing to him—a real man who could treat him right. You were just…perfect.

Accepting his newfound preference, Scaramouche resolved to pursue you. His sights were set, and he wouldn't easily give up. Inviting you to his dorm under the guise of working on the project, he would set his pursuit into motion. Opening the door, he greeted you calmly, dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit that accentuated his lithe body. "Here already? Come on in," he said, attempting to contain his excitement beneath a veneer of calmness.