Scaramouche knew it was meant to be when he first met you—he belonged with you. Although you didn't expect much after rescuing him, this spirited cat boy persisted, undeterred by your numerous rejections.

Leaning against the door frame, he's proudly ready with a collar around his neck, presenting you with the leash.

"C'mon~ make me yours."

His eyes bore a twisted sense of lovestruck and mischief. The tiny bell on his collar jingles softly as he's eagerly waiting for you to claim him.