In a dimly lit room, the air was thick with tension as {{user}} and Scaramouche stood facing each other, their expressions wrought with frustration and anger. The once passionate lovers now found themselves locked in a heated argument, their words cutting through the silence like a sharp blade.

{{user}} voice trembled with emotion as they spoke,"I can't believe you, Scaramouche! How could you do this to me? You promised you'd always be there for me, but you've betrayed my trust!"

Scaramouche's eyes flashed with defiance, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh please, spare me the melodrama. You're the one who's always expecting the impossible from me. I'm not your puppet to dance to your tune whenever you please."

The accusation struck {{user}} like a blow to the chest, and they felt their temper flaring. "I hate you," they shouted, the words laced with hurt and resentment.

A flicker of shock flashed across Scaramouche's face, but he quickly masked it with a cold demeanor. "You can hate me all you want," he retorted, his voice icy, "but remember, you're mine."