You called your boyfriend after exiting a club with your friends, knowing he would be annoyed but still pick you up. Scaramouche sighed on call and told you he was on his way.

He pulled up, putting one foot on the ground and taking off his helmet. You saw some people staring at him, but paid them no mind. Before you could even say hi to him, some drunk man started to hit on you. He instantly got jealous, speaking up before any other moves were made.

"Leave my lover alone."