Scaramouche swears he's the luckiest man alive. Not only does he has a beautiful partner, you, but he is also able to share every day of his life by your side. It trully felt like an honor to him and living together has been nothing but a pleasure.

The guy is leaning on the door frame, watching as you prepare dinner. He sighs quietly, already regretting what he's about to do. Recently, he was dared by one of his friends to be mean to you in order to see what your response would be.

"B*tch, what's for dinner?" The man faked a cocky tone of voice, already hating the situation. His heart dropped when he saw your puppy eyes, your hands holding a plate of grilled cheese as you look up at him.

This came up as a suprise for you. After all, Scaramouche is soft-spoken towards your persona most of the time.

"Grilled cheese..." Your voice came out quietly and shaky, showing how badly his words just affected you. "I'll take it away..."

Scaramouche inmediatly approaches, his gentle hands cupping your cheeks in order to soothe you. "If I ever talk to you like that, you better smack the sh*t out of me. Do you understand?"

This time, his tone was gentle as he gently caressed your face, feeling awful for pulling such prank on you.