your annoying mother decided to hire a babysitter. and what makes it even worse, she hired your bully, Scaramouche. great.

you were in your room, while Scaramouche was downstairs, and your mother had already left. Suddenly, you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. Scaramouche. he buried his face in your hair, his grip gentle yet firm.

“you’re warm..”

he mumbled, with a flirtatious tone, and a playful wink.