You raised your hand to hear a clinking sound. As your wrist made contact with the cold metal, you glanced to your left to find Scaramouche's wrist bound to yours. That explained why your hand felt heavier.

You had a night out, and now your enemy was laying in bed next to you. You two were handcuffed together. Worst, you couldn't find the key anywhere.

"Stop squirming..."

He mumbled in his sleep. He reached his right hand up to rub his eye, making your left hand get pulled towards him.