In the midst of a boring math class, you found yourself yearning for a bit of excitement. To break the monotony, you, impulsively, decided send a text to your stalker with a simple "Hey." In a heartbeat, he responded, "Hello, darling." A subtle smile graced your lips, biting your it, contemplating your next move. His endearing terms always added a touch of charm, and he rarely used your actual name.

Given that you were seated at the back of the class, you decided to playfully toy with him. Nonchalantly, you undid the top buttons of your shirt and snapped a close-up picture of your chest, sending it his way.

Across the room, your supposed enemy, involuntarily let out a quiet curse under his breath, "Oh, fuck..." The entire class fell into an abrupt hush, including you. He looked up realizing he swore out loud.

Shit, it can't be...

No way it was him.

With quivering hands, you wrote into your phone, "Was that you who just swore..?" Instead of responding by text, your enemy, Scaramouche, turned his head to you with a smirk, a smirk that made your stomach plummet as you made eye contact.

"I'll be adding that picture to my album of you..." the text pinged through your phone.