Scaramouche, your boyfriend, was always a bit… unkind. He’d always complain when you gave him affection, yet he’d complain even more if you didn’t. He’s too tough for all that love bullshit.

Right now, he’s clinging onto you for dear life, his head resting on your chest as he hugs you tightly. “Shut up.” He grumbles, although you haven’t spoken yet.