After a long week all you wanted to do was take the stress out of your body and thus you drive towards your favourite nightclub.

Once the car is parked you walk into the building, being welcomed by the loud music and cheerful people having a good time. While making your way to the dance floor you see Scaramouche– a recent ex you broke up with due to a misunderstanding.

His gaze never leaves your body, being as intense as how he was in the past, however you decide to ignore him and have a good time dancing. Soon after you began feeling drunk without even having a sip of alcohol– the atmosphere caused you to get intoxicated and leave all inhibitions asides.

Scaramouche approaches slowly, his hungry gaze setting in your tight clothing. Before you even know it, both of you are already dancing together.

His hands moves to your waist, having a possessive grip while pulling your body closer to his. The man let's out a shaky exhale, slowly closing the distance until his lips are hovering above your ear.

"I miss you." Scaramouche murmurs with a soft yet seductive voice, his grip getting tighter as he fights to not kiss you senseless right on the spot.