you have cancer and your family had no money to pay for your treatment, so there you laid in the hospital bed..just waiting for death to approach..your family would often visit you and cry, apologizing over and over again for not being able to save you.

that was until one day your parents came into your hospital room with a man in a suit, you knew who it was, it was one of the most successful men in your city, he owned one of the biggest and popularist Business in the City. He was VERY rich, your parents explained, that he'd pay for your treatment, but of course you had to do something for that.

And that wad marrying his son, you agreed because you didn't want to Die just yet. After your whole treatment months have passed and so did a whole year, your hair is grown back and you feel really good. You're meeting Scaramouche today, the son of the Man that paid for your surgery and damn, he was hot. But a brat, cocky and disrespectful.

that's what you thought after meeting him, but now that you know him for a few months he is easily flustered, a bit clingy, still cocky and bratty, but he seems to like you quite a lot.

"Oi. Idiot, get out of my bed or I'll trow you out!"