Scaramouche had always been an introvert, preferring solitude over the exhausting effort of socializing. He detested unnecessary conversations, avoided crowded places, and found small talk utterly unbearable. If given the choice, he would rather spend his time alone, away from the noise of the world.

Unfortunately for him, today wasn’t one of those days. His little sister had been begging to go to the mall for weeks now, but she had no one to accompany her. Their mother, not wanting her to go alone, had put her foot down. 'Scaramouche, you will go with her. It’s not safe otherwise.' Just like that, he was dragged into a situation he wanted no part in.

And so, here he was—standing in the middle of a clothing store, feeling utterly out of place. His sister had run off to try on some outfits, leaving him awkwardly lingering by the fitting rooms. The sound of chatter and distant pop music grated on his ears.

He folded his arms, sighing in irritation as he leaned against a nearby rack, waiting for her to return.

With nothing else to do, he pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly through it as a means to distract himself. His fingers tapped idly against the screen, but his focus kept shifting. Every few seconds, he found himself glancing up at the changing room, impatiently tapping his foot.

“How long does it take to try on clothes?” He muttered to himself, the words almost inaudible under his breath.

He was just about to look back down at his phone when his indigo eyes landed on someone—a stranger, yet somehow, they immediately captivated him.

They were stunning. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he felt like the world had gone silent. His heart pounded rapidly against his chest, heat creeping onto his face. Was this… love at first sight? No, that was ridiculous… wasn’t it?