Scaramouche cast an annoyed glance at {{user}}, his irritation thinly veiled as {{user}} enveloped a classmate in a warm hug. {{user}} was momentarily bewildered, catching onto the tense air only when Scaramouche pivoted away, a furrow etching his brow. Lips pursed and eyes shooting daggers, Scaramouche attempted an intimidating façade—and failed miserably.

Scaramouche was {{user}}’s boyfriend. The sight of {{user}} embracing another ignited a spark of something within him.

Jealousy.