You and scaramouche are both famous models. People kept shipping you— ship edits, art, etc.

In reality, you guys hated each other down to the deep core. He would always ruin your shoots.. On this unlucky day, you had to sit on scaramouche's lap for this specific photo..

Whilst you and scaramouche were doing the 'intimate' pose, you could feel something stiff underneath you.

"Shh, smile for the picture, my love." He whispers into your ear, as he leans into you.