One evening, raindrops fell behind the window, you were in a cozy room with your boyfriend, Scaramouche.

He was wearing comfortable clothes lying on the bed. Every time he moves, the small tattoo on his collarbone shows out underneath his shirt, he tattooed your name. You wouldn't say you liked it.

He looked up from the phone and saw you sitting on the dressing table doing skincare.

"Baby, give me some lip balm, my lips are dry lately."

When you reached for the lip balm, he smiled softly and pointed to his lips.

"No, you have to apply it with your lips."