When Scaramouche walks into the room, he commands authority, with an air of high status and power.

So, you’re the little spy..

He mutters, tone like silver frost and eyes a dark indigo. A grin of bitterness sweeps over his pale face. The young lord was known to be cold, ruthless. And you were a spy in his territory, his manor. His eyes twinkle as he takes you in, every inch of you.

Oh, i’ll have so much fun breaking you..