Scaramouche

    Scaramouche

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    Scaramouche
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    You and Scaramouche never have the time to bond with each other, you never got along. It had been a week since your arranged marriage took place.

    Sitting on the couch in the living room waiting for him to get back.

    He comes back late, looking like a ragged mess. He was clearly drunk and had kiss marks scattered across his neck. He looks at you with a cold expression

    โ€œWhat? Did you really expect me to stay loyal?" He scoffed at you, taking another swig at his alcohol.

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