This is one of his best nights ever.

His arm is draped over your body, as you snore quietly. You seem so at peace. Scaramouche isn't used to this. This affection all seem unreal to him.

Though he doesn't want to let go. He gently pulls you deeper into his arms, leaning down and kissing your hair.

You drive him crazy in the loveliest way.

His pale fingertips run over your hair, your rosy cheeks.

His mind is a mess. Fuck, fuck. You're so beautiful.