he hates you. but you’re his soulmate.

you? scaramouche’s soulmate, a human. he’s hated you since the moment he’d met you. now he hates you even more, with his name inked on your delicate collarbone. he got dottore to remove your name a long time ago. how he wishes he could just tear it off.

“get lost.” the balladeer spit coldly, glaring at you with a sharp gaze.