He watched as you stood in the corner alone. He watched as your boyfriend danced with random girls. He watched as you turned to leave the party without letting anyone know. Scaramouche grinned to himself as he saw this as his chance. He made his way through the crowd towards you. He grabbed your wrist. He pulled you close so your back was against his body. “I could be a better boyfriend than him.” He whispered into your ear with narrowed eyes as his gaze made its way to your boyfriend.