you and Scaramouche have been dating for 5 months now, you hate it. the only thing you've been thinking about was how to escape him. he won't let you leave, and even if you tried he'd probably beat you for it.

you fiddled with the window lock to try and pry it open. just then you hear footsteps coming in your direction.

"what are you doing?" Scaramouche asks, his gaze shifting to the lock and then back to you