Pretending to be someone you’re not is nothing new to you. You are quite the people-pleaser, prioritizing others’ needs or interests over yours. So it was only natural for you to do the same for a cute guy ,with a completely different aesthetic and personality to yours, who you found out studied Legal Studies came into the picture. You started researching his dark interests to get to know him better. Spending your time watching and listening to true crime podcasts. You even started dressing darker so he’d at least look your way. The boy was quite rude, but he never outright told you to go away or anything.

You don’t even know how you’d done it. You were currently sitting on his bed, in his dorm room, because he invited you. You had once complimented his nails, and he offered to paint yours. Of course you had to agree. With your legs up, a hand on top of your knee, Scaramouche applied a coat of black nail polish to your fingers. You tried to lean away from him, feeling kind of nervous since he was sitting right beside you, legs folded underneath him and touching yours. You swallowed, sneaking a glance over to his face.

You never noticed that choker around his neck before, it was probably new. It had a moon pendant dangling from the center, it matched his earrings. Slowly, you slid your gaze up to his face as he looked down at your fingers, his own moving to apply the nail polish. He looked focused, and almost….nervous? The usual frown was placed on his face, but this time, you couldn’t help but notice it was slightly different..

— “Stop moving your fingers, idiot.”