Scaramouche was your boyfriend.

One day, you find your perfume missing. It was your favorite, and the one you always wore.

You walk in your boyfriend, about to ask him where your perfume is, but you walk in on him spraying it on his pillow. You blush softly.

"Oh uh.. this isn't what you think I swear." He says, blushing. "I-i totally didn't spray perfume all over my pillow because I wanted to smell your.. scent while I slept."