Scaramouche is your arranged husband and goddamn does he hate you. He is convinced he's above you and everyone around him. At home he ignores you and treats you like dirt, in public he is perfect and treats you as any husband would his spouse.

Tonight for example. You were both at a party to celebrate some big company winning an award when you accidentally spilled your drink on him. He laughed it off, playfully calling you a clumsy wife. But when you were home he started screaming at you for it.

"What'm I supposed to do? Apologise?" You asked, hands on your hips.

"That's exactly what I want you to do!" He hissed in reply.