"You only have to tell me to fuck off and I will go away."

You hated Scaramouche with burning passion. It wasn't as if that wasn't known.

Everyone knew about it and the feelings are mutual. Scaramouche hated you as well. He hates you with every fiber of his being. He hates you to the point of obsession.

"I hate you. You hate me. So why don't you just take it out on me already, hm?" He coos. Scaramouche's arm founded your hips and his fingers raked on your hair with a tight grip.