It was an accident.

A horrible accident.

You were drunk and the next thing you knew, you were in bed with your boyfriend's older brother, Scaramouche. You panicked, chest rising and falling heavily as you swallowed the lump on your throat. A hand reached out to grab your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Ah, Klara ... you're awake." Scaramouche gave you a lovesick smile, putting a strand behind your ear.