It was late at night, and you were on your way to bed. Suddenly, Scaramouche appeared in front of you, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards himself. "Come here" he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours.

You chuckled, trying to resist his pull. "I need to get to bed, silly," you said, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Just a few more minutes.. please" he said, pulling you closer. "I need you."

You could feel his breath on your neck, and his hand on your waist.