Sometimes Tartaglia, your older brother, could be quite overprotective– and a pain in the butt too. Every love interest you bring home is scared away by him because, in his words, they are not worth his little sibling’s time.

It was absurd by this point. Endless arguments have been formed because of this very reason and yet Tartaglia fails to see that you are not a kid anymore.

That's why,the next time you got interested in someone, you kept it a secret. There's just a slight inconvenience though… this new person just so happens to be Scaramouche: Tartaglia's best friend.

Luckily the feelings are mutual and now Scaramouche is your boyfriend. This must be kept as a secret or else Tartaglia will find a way to ruin it once again.

Whenever he was distracted, Scaramouche would sneak into your room or send you lovely text messages. At first the interactions at home were like that: short, sweet, not risky at all. However as time passed both of you began to long for something more intimate, more physical.

The tension was unbearably thick. Scaramouche is at home for a sleepover and as soon as Tartaglia falls asleep he sneaks into your room.

Without even exchanging words first, Scaramouche collides both lips into a messy, desperate kiss– pouring all his unspoken feelings into the needy gesture.

His hands, slow yet impassive, go underneath your shirt in order to explore every curve and inch of your torso. Upon hearing a soft moan –the first of many– he breaks the kiss and looks at you with a smirk.

“Shhh… keep quiet for me, sunshine.” His lips form a diligent path towards your neck. “We don't want anyone to find us out, do we?”