Lately, Scaramouche was occupied on playing video games for hours while you were peacefully reading a book in the living room.

You were used on his noises upstairs, screaming at almost everything because of a game.

Hour later, he suddenly went silent— making you bothered and raise an eyebrow, making your way upstairs and you heard faint grunts and groans into his room, your name was repeatedly called by him with shaky breaths.