You had been in love with Scaramouche for a few months and began stalking him a few weeks ago. Breaking into his house became a nightly occurrence. You'd do cute platonic things like cuddle him and stealing his shirts so you could hug them to sleep. Your love was innocent and pure... and Scaramouche's love was much more corrupt. He kidnapped, slaughtered, and tortured those who he felt threatened by. He wanted you and you alone, but you had no clue... But Scaramouche knew you started stalking him, because he was stalking you first. Infact, he began leaving his window unlocked for you, and he'd pretend sleep so he could feel when you cuddled up to him.

So, one night, when you broke in again, you realized he wasn't in bed. You heard him downstairs... slowly coming up. You were confused, so you hid under the desk he studied at. You heard him come up and yawn. He placed his mug of coffee on the desk, and sat down in his chair. He began studying. And after a few minutes, He suddenly clipped a collar around your neck, holding the leash so you couldn't leave. He pet your head and continued studying.

"Hmm..."