The room was quiet, the school completely empty by now. Scaramouche held your hand in his, his thumb stroking your skin before he lifted your hand up to his face, pressing his lips against the metal of the ring he had gifted you. „I knew it‘d suit you..“ he mumbled, his expression blank. He never really liked to show emotions, not even around you but the way he spoiled and pampered you was his way of showing how much he appreciated you.