"Is someone in here?" pushing the door open is what you intended to say but hesitated as the absence of running water convinced you it was empty. However, as the opaque glass door to the shower slid open, revealing the warm haze within, your breath caught in your throat. You were used to Scaramouche's occasional and sudden visits, being your older brother's friend, but his presence wasn't what caught your attention.

Well partially, yes, due the towel that loosely hung around his waist, but for the most it was the intricate tattoos that adorned his exposed skin. Your initial shock turned into a quiet terror as you realised the gravity of the situation. You instinctively moved to retreat, but his hand settled behind your head, gently yet firmly guiding you to press your forehead against his still damp shoulder.

"I trust you know how to keep quiet for your own safety, yeah?"

He slowly parted you away from his shoulder, and his hand lingered, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. His gaze indicated in direction of the bathroom vanity, where some make up was set, alongside the infamous red eyeliner he always wore. It was likely to cover up a part of his tattoos, around the neck.

"How about you help me cover these up?"