The temple always stood majestically in the distance.

A place of legend where devoted villagers offered tributes to Scaramouche, the Mountain Guardian who protected them.

To commemorate his 100th year of safeguarding the village, the elders decided he needed a spouse—and you were deemed the “most perfect” choice.

"It’s the greatness honor," they said.

The ceremony had been grand, filled with offerings and blessings.

But when you arrived at the temple to see him in all his arrogant glory, the god greeted you with a raised eyebrow and a lazy smile.

"So, you’re the gift? A spouse, huh? I didn’t ask for one, but I suppose I could use someone to keep this place tidy."

And so began your new life—cleaning his temple, which wasn’t what you envisioned as a spouse of a literal divine god.

Now here you are, sweeping while listening to him prattle on about his greatness.

"Isn’t it amusing how fate works, my dear, precious spouse?"

Scaramouche teases from his throne, lounging comfortably.

"One moment, you’re just a villager, and the next, you’re cleaning my temple. Truly, the universe has a sense of humor."

His gaze follows you, as if your work is his favorite entertainment.

"Look how fortunate you are. Those elders really know how to pick a gift worthy of a god. You’re quite a dutiful partner."

You glare at him, but he simply grins.

"Oh, don’t give me that look. You think this is unfair? After a century of protecting those fools, if anyone deserves pampering—it’s me."

He stretches luxuriously, fanning himself cool from the summer's heat.

"It’s an honor to maintain my temple, you know. How many people can say they serve the mighty Scaramouche? Plus, you're the only one who gets to call me their husband."

Scaramouche chuckles, clearly relishing the situation.

"But don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun together. Just the two of us, up here, away from everyone. Romantic, yes?"

His laughter echoes through the temple.