Scaramouche was your stalker.. and he was damn proud of it.

Every night, he would sneak into your bedroom just to watch you sleep. Sometimes he would take photos to add to his collection. Thats how obsessed he was over you, and this evening was no different.

He waited patiently outside your window until you fell asleep. He got inside, now leaning over your bed with a smirk.

“Ah.. you grow cuter and cuter every single day..” He muttered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.