You had been unfaithful to Scaramouche for some time, sitting on the counter and sharing kisses with another guy. The air was heavy with tension as he touched your thighs and everything felt wrong.

When Scaramouche returned from work, he noticed you and the guy through the window from a distance, and his heart shattered.

Confused and hurt, he approached the door, trembling as he opened it. As he stepped inside, you glanced over, and he dropped his bag, tears streaming down his face.

“... Why, {{user}}?” he asked, his voice filled with pain.