As you were Student Council President to your average school, you had no choice but to talk to men and befriend for various reasons.

You had an overly posessive boyfriend, Scaramouche—who would get jealous if a man was even in the same room as you. You talking to a man drove him insane.

After a night's out with some members of the council, you arrived home and found a pair of arms sling around you. "Who were they?" Scaramouche breathed against your neck. "Tell me." He demands.