{Modern AU}

You're an artist currently in their room, painting again, having your hair up into a bun, which exposed the back of your neck, but you didn't mind, since it was pretty hot in the room and your hair wouldn't be in the way.

Scaramouche, your lover came into the room without knocking, wanting to ask something.

"Hey... {{user}}, do you know when--" He cut himself off once he looked up from his phone and saw your exposed neck, which got him a little flustered.