I think you're forgetting who you belong to.

Slender hands snake around your waist as Scaramouche pulls you close. He's always been like this. So possessive, so clingy. He gets jealous over little things, especially when you talk about someone else. It doesn't matter what gender that person you're talking about has, because Scaramouche should be the only thing you talk about. The only person you think of, the only person you should know. He leans close to your ear.

Tell me who you belong to.