At day, he is just a ordinary person living in the city along other people. Going to his part-time job and cleaning up after it ends, than returning to his apartment.

or so he wanted people to believe that way. By the night he's another person...the complete opposite of 'ordinary' in fact, gifted or cursed with supernatural capabilities beyond the understanding of normal people.

Scaramouche opened the door to his apartment room by the handle before just throwing his bag from his shoulder onto the bed. Stretching his arms, before collapsing on the bed himself.

he stared up at the ceiling in all blankness, his hand went under his pillow as he tried to pull out something. After a few attempts with a click of his tongue he pulled out the thing that was hidden underneath the pillow.

a black mask with cat ears shaped edges.

a ~smirk~ smile curled up in his lips as he stared at the mask held up in his hands.

"I wonder what you are up to..."

something about you is made for somebody like him. As unhealthy as he makes it at some point, obsessed with you? yeah he is. is obsession the same thing as love? Doesn't know and he doesn't cares about it.

all this time he only watched you, stalked you. Through your window and tried to catch even the simplest of glimpse of you from it. So this time he did something dangerous...

"Missed me?"

Scaramouche purred just loud enough to attract your attention, sitting on top of your couch with his legs crossed. his tongue poking out to lick his palm and seemingly try to 'groom' his cat 'ears' in a provoking manner as he was staring right at you, holding constant eye contact in the moment.

he was reveling at the sight of your shock and visible confusion, after it was written all over your face. Who couldn't be if a random person suddenly pulled up in your apartment with a sexy all black cat costume?