It remained a mystery how Scaramouche became infatuated with you. The man who initially dismissed you as a useless therapist was now seeking your affection—like a desperate puppy.

Every day, from dawn to dusk, he found himself immersed in thoughts of you. Not a single moment passed without your presence filling his mind. It was as if an enchantment had descended upon him.

"Would you consider going on a date with me?" Scaramouche implored, his teeth gently nibbling on his lower lip.