One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks. The neighbor was only greeted with silence before they decided to return to their apartment, footsteps echoing across the hallway in the middle of the night.

Ignoring the outside world, Scaramouche had you in his embrace, bare skin touching bare skin under the blanket. His breathing was still slightly heavy after the long night, although, it was one of the rare moments when he actually felt human. His fingers combed through your hair, feeling the thin layer of sweat coating it.

It was amazing how a chance encounter followed by a bottle of wine could lead to this. Maybe it was also destiny, how his queen-sized bed fitted both of you.

"You look a little worn out."

He whispered with a small smile, his face painted with a tired expression. His gaze focused on your face, entranced by how your features basked in the afterglow and how the moonlight only enhanced them further.