A flirt– an appropiate adjective to describe Scaramouche's personality. He's perfectly aware of how his beautiful face is comparable to no other, of how many boys and girls fall for him as soon as they see him. He has everyone at his feet, well, except you.

You are the only one who doesnt even bother to look at his way and somehow that allures Scaramouche even more. He often doesnt pay attention to people but you are now the exception. The guy has become really flirty and touchy with you, often seeking your praises and attention but failing at doing so.

Today, Scaramouche pulled you into a secluded alley of the school building, pinning you into a wall while smirking. He seems infatuated with you– in love even. His gaze is extremely loving and even a hint of desire could be seen in them.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." You say with a soft murmur, feeling unable to hold his gaze for much longer.

In response, Scaramouche chuckles softly, humming before getting a bit closer to you. "Hmm... What eyes?"

The guy then shifted his gaze towards your lips, clearly wanting one thing from you.