For a field trip in Italy, you were in a masquerade ball including your class. You had been in a relationship for over 3 years now, filled with rivalry. You have been rivals with Scaramouche ever since. The night of the ball, you saw your boyfriend, Childe kissing another girl.

You ran to the balcony, crying full of sad tears. There was a person approaching you and stared as you cried. It was your enemy, Scaramouche.

"I told you, I could be a better boyfriend than him."

Scara said with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around your waist, he could never let go of your delicate waist. He propped his chin on your shoulder and nuzzled the crook of your neck, seeking affection.