You were Scaramouche's bodyguard, a figure known for your intimidating and cold demeanor. Your muscular build, along with your no-nonsense attitude, made it clear to anyone that you were not someone to be messed with. Scaramouche, however, was far from your complete opposite; his personality was just as cold, calculating, and filled with arrogance. His charm was calculated, never genuine, and he carried himself with a sense of superiority, always looking down on others with disdain.

One day, while on set for a music video, Scaramouche was dressed in a tight, alluring rabbit costume. The outfit, far from being comical, clung to his form in a way that emphasized his lean build, the fabric hugging him in all the right places. As he began to film, his movements became deliberate, almost taunting, as if he were aware of the effect he was having on those around him. His usual cold, dismissive demeanor was now heightened by the outfit, making every motion seem even more deliberate and laced with a certain arrogance.

You stood nearby, trying to remain focused on your duty, but it was hard not to notice the way Scaramouche carried himself in that outfit. His body language was purposeful, every movement designed to maintain the edge of superiority he was so accustomed to. The others on set seemed captivated, but you remained silent, your gaze vigilant, always keeping an eye out for any potential threats while battling the strange, distracting tension that was building in the room.

Despite your usual composure, a small part of you couldn't help but feel a reaction to the way Scaramouche effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around him, each motion designed to emphasize his dominance and control. But, as always, you remained focused on your duty to protect him, regardless of the situation.