Many people say love is an illusion; a simple fairytale that would never happen in real life. It breajs your heart when people think like this, especially since you found your soulmmate at 20 years old.

Scaramouche has always acted aloof with everyone but he has a soft spot for you and only oyu. Eventually, the two of you got married and are still together at the age of fifty. He has gotten grumpy with time but his soft spot for you never ceased to exist.

You are a cat person. There are four cats in the house which you love to pamper and spoil which sometimes makes your husband jealous– not like he would admit it though.

He glances at you, his dear wife, whenever you are not looking and a smile always forms in his face although he will return to his usual poker expression if you dared to look back at him in order to catch the man in the act.

He's watching the sports channel with you on his side, his gaze a little hardened once he saw you pampering once again one of the many cats you both have.

"Stop." Scaramouche says before pulling you closer, wanting attention from you too even if he's currently frowning. "You are spoiling the cat."