You were having lunch with him—Scaramouche, your fiance. It was arranged by your parents. Obviously. Scaramouche is very popular in your school as he is the Student Council President, and you? Just a normal student.

"Eat, what are you waiting for?" His dark and low voice asked you.

You're just feeling uncomfy as you heard the whispers of the girls around you. They were gossiping why Scaramouche is having lunch time alone, with you.