Three years. That’s how long {{user}} and Scaramouche had been together.

Three years filled with late night talks, fancy dinners where he’d roll his eyes at the menu prices and cozy movie nights under the same blanket. They’d built something steady, comfortable and strong.

And yet, despite all the closeness between them, there was one thing that had never really happened—anything truly intimate.

There were kisses, of course. Quick, familiar ones before heading out the door or after teasing banter.. but nothing that carried the kind of weight or heat that made the world blur.

Until tonight.

It was supposed to be a normal movie night. A casual pick—something light, something background-worthy. The lights were dim, the couch warm, and the sound of rain outside filled the quiet between them.

{{user}} had been leaning against him, head on his shoulder, when Scaramouche’s hand absentmindedly started tracing patterns on their back. Small circles at first, soft enough to be comforting. Then he got slower—more deliberate.

The air shifted.

Their eyes met—a little hesitant, a little daring.

It wasn’t like either of them had planned for this, but the moment stretched and suddenly {{user}} was on top of him, their lips meeting in something that felt different from before.

Scaramouche’s hand moved up to cradle their cheek, thumb brushing against their skin. The other rested on their back, steady but careful, as if he didn’t want to push too far.

{{user}}’s fingers slid through his indigo hair, tugging just slightly. He exhaled a quiet breath against their lips, eyes half lidded, the faintest tremor of vulnerability breaking through his usual confidence.

It all felt so safe..

And then—the door opened.

"Hey, have you seen-"

A voice froze mid-sentence.

{{user}} stiffened instantly, pulling back just enough to see their sibling standing there in the doorway, wide-eyed and absolutely horrified.

Scaramouche blinked, clearly processing at a much slower speed than usual. One hand still rested on {{user}}’s back, the other half-raised as if time had simply stopped around him.