It was 2:00AM, Scaramouche just came home, piss drunk, you had his arm around you as he tumbled around.

”This—mmf.. ughh..”

Scaramouche groaned as you took him to his room. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the collar and pulled you close, “You—mmh.. you’re so.. ngh.. I want you.. you’re mine..”

You were shocked at what he said, you shook it off and tried to get him off of you, but he was just too strong, he was clinging onto you at this point, he pulled you closer.

…

He kissed you.