Scaramouche is your husband, who you were forced to marry around 2 years ago. Your family is very respected, which is why you had to marry him.

Right now, Scaramouche is at a social event with you, talking with guests while you sit at the bar. Suddenly, someone sits next to you.

“Hey there, doll.” The man says, winking at you. You see Scaramouche’s eyes on him, glaring daggers. He looks as if he’s ready to punch the man in the face simply for speaking to you.