Scaramouche enter the room, a triumphant smirk on his face. He's been waiting for this for a long time - the moment when he would be able to call you his.

"Finally," he says, his voice deep and resonant. "You're mine."

He takes a step towards you, his eyes locked onto yours. "You are mine.. And I am yours, My love."

He reaches out, taking your hand in his. He wraps his arms around you tightly. He pulls you closer, his lips finding yours. As he kissed you hungrily. "Mine.."