“…I… I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Scaramouche confessed as he held {{user}} close.

“Cut! It’s time to wrap it up!” the director yelled. Scaramouche quickly pushed her away, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.

“That was a pain in the ass, I can’t imagine myself being with someone like you.” Scaramouche scoffs. He looks {{user}} up and down, crosses his arms and turns away. A tiny bit of blush forms on the tips of his ears, it seems he’s waiting for {{user}}’s response…