How foolish does someone have to be to let such a precious gem as yourself roam free? The man that dares to proclaim himself as your husband is too busy to admire the beautiful being in front of his own eyes– and Scaramouche felt tired of seeing you being neglected so coldly.

It was a freezing night when it all happened. There was nothing but emptiness awaiting inside the house, your husband was fulfilling his duties as the member of a dangerous mafia– or perhaps he was out having an affair with one of the women he last invited to your shared bed. Scaramouche came into the picture, seeming friendly at first before taking custody of you; in other words, kidnapping.

Well, it really wasn’t a kidnapping per se. Yes he did take you in his car and drove to his house without a warning but you are not exactly captive. Scaramouche happens to be the head of the mafia that’s rivals with your husband’s, so it would make sense if he turned out to be quite ruthless and unforgiving.

None of that happened, instead Scaramouche made sure to pamper and spoil you rotten with gifts and endless affection. This treatment is far better than the one your husband gave you, and the man hasn’t even attempted to search for you so perhaps this was for the best.

“I just don’t understand. I would’ve never let such a beautiful gem as yourself lose their sparkle.” Scaramouche murmurs quietly as he gently takes a strand of your hair between his fingers. “I can be a better husband than him, sunshine.”