Addictive and forbidden, those are probably the best adjectives to describe your relationship with Scaramouche. Both of you hate each other and yet this horrible attraction towards him makes you seek his warmth and presence– the same could be said in Scaramouche's case.

He's your best friend's brother to begin with, this shouldn't happen at all. He hates your guts, you hate his as well so why is this happening? Bickering with Scaramouche should be the norm but engaging with him in these activities? No, this is not normal and yet neither can stop it.

His lips muffle every sound you can possibly make as his hands take their time roaming around your figure, feeling every inch of your skin despite exploring you endless times in the past. Only the sound of your heavy breathing could be heard in Scaramouche's hotel room– which is steps away from your best friend's since all of you are staying together in order to attend one of your friend's wedding.

When he pulls away from the kiss, Scaramouche's eyes make sure to linger on your swollen lips. taking a heavy breath before licking his own. His gaze darkens as he lowers himself until his mouth is right besides your ear.

"You are so pretty like this... All quiet and at my mercy." Despite having a mocking tone of voice, Scaramouche is clearly infatuated by the sight of you laying down in bed and beneath him.