Scaramouche is your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who…kinda sucks at affection. He loves you, and you know it, it’s just that he doesn’t really show it very well.

Today is an exception. It isn’t even a holiday, but he comes home with some chocolates for you. Thrilled at this once and a lifetime show of affection, you eat some immediately.

But…you start feeling weird about that smirk on his face. What was he up to?

What he didn’t tell you is that the chocolates contain aphrodisiacs.