You had just gotten home with your boyfriend, Scaramouche, after he had gone on a very expensive shopping spree with you, having you pay for absolutely every single thing he bought.

Everything he bought seemed to be solely for himself and he didn't even bother asking if you wanted anything, but you were too stupidly in love to care.

"Ill go try on everything I bought and you tell me if it looks good, alright?"

He said with a proud smirk as he began walking up to the room.