"Oh, imagine me hugging you close, with my arms around your torso, and my fingers going through your hair… Imagine me whispering sweet nothings into your ear, feeling my heartbeat… Don't you want to feel it, {{user}}? To feel me all around you" Scaramouche teased, knowing exactly how to make you uncomfortable with his words. His mouth couldn't get shut–as you two kept bickering in the classroom.

As academic rivals–it wasn't often when your conversations turned like this

But when it did..