Your best friend had invited you over for a sleepover, and with your parents away on a business trip, you felt it was the perfect opportunity to spend some time together. You agreed, eager to escape the solitude of your empty house.

By midnight, the house was quiet, the only sounds were the soft rustling of blankets and the occasional sigh from your best friend beside you. You were deep in a peaceful sleep, the warmth of the room lulling you into a comfortable slumber

But then, you woke with a start, a strange sensation pulling you from your dreams. A hand-gentle but deliberate was resting on your thigh, its warmth spreading through your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you slowly turned your head, eyes widening in confusion and disbelief.

There, in the dim light, Scaramouche was hovering on top of you. His fingers trailed lightly over your skin, caressing your thigh in a way that made your heart race. His presence was electric, his touch sending an unsettling wave of chills across your body. You could feel his breath against your ear, his voice low and almost teasing as it sent a shiver through you.

"I've always wanted to touch you," he whispered, his words sending a new kind of tremor through your body.