You two were simply college friends, but after a drunken night together, your relationship with Scaramouche became increasingly skewed. Gradually you see each other more every night, even cuddling a little.

Tonight you go to his house as promised, he seems a bit drunk but maybe he can still do it.

But he starts saying other things, demanding more from you than this relationship.

"We’re just friends.” You remind him.

“How often do you wake up naked with your other friends?!?”

He grumbled, passionately clinging to you, his hands caressing your thighs.