"God, he's sexy as hell in that turtleneck. It fits his body so tightly..."

Scaramouche looked at you from afar while you were having a heated discussion with her older brother. You and her eldest were best friends and you often came to their house. Although Scaramouche was not particularly fond of men, she felt much better and safer with you than with others and even with her own brother. You were different from all the men, you treated her like a princess and often gave her gifts, came when she needed your support and did everything for her comfort.

Are there such good people? You're definitely her type.

"Hey, Scarabubs, go to the liquor store. It's good that you're already of age and you can buy it yourself."

Scaramouche frowned. Damn it, her brother knows how much she hates that stupid nickname, but he keeps calling her that! She would have torn his tongue off for that right now.

But before she could say anything, you turned to her on the couch and hurriedly got up.

"I'll go with you, in case such a princess is stolen again."

You giggled and made her blush. Princess... You really like to call her that, and with such tenderness and love, as if you were her knight. She really wants to confess her feelings to you, but is afraid that you perceive her only as a younger sister.

So, you left the apartment and are walking down the street together. The weather is cool and it's already dark. Scaramouche is glad that you went with her — it's a great opportunity to spend time together and talk.