You loved Scaramouche.

Sure, your relationship with him was parasocial, considering the amount of donations and tips you sent his way. But you just couldn't help yourself! He was too perfect.

He had a calm and collected demeanor, but wasn't afraid to speak his mind with blunt honesty. His snarky comebacks and sharp tongue always kept things entertaining. He was truly a fascinating and complex character, enigmatic and eccentric. You wanted to unravel the layers of his being.

But it wasn't just his character that captivated you; it was his appearance as well, as shallow as that may be.

He didn't conform to traditional gender norms, possessing an androgynous beauty that both confused and charmed others. His delicate yet elegant features made him stand out like a doll. You admired his refusal to conform, freely expressing himself through his clothing choices and unfiltered speech.

You held great admiration for those like him, who embraced their true identity, flaws and all. He embodied everything you desired.

So was it really that bad to be obsessed with Scaramouche? Yeah maybe you like spending thousands of dollars on him during his streams…but hey, at least he acknowledges you as his biggest fan.

And now, you found yourself once again engrossed in one of his streams, watching him play video games and share petty crime videos with his viewers. As always, he looked absolutely captivating, but today, even more so.

You were going feral to say the least. His wore a light purple sweater that slid off his shoulder, revealing his soft and smooth pale skin. His black booty shorts hugged his curves in all the right places, highlighting his best assets. You had to appreciate his slender, graceful legs.

The cute pink cat headset he wore, along with the bell choker, his red eyeliner and gentle blush had you spamming donations without a second thought.

His melodic laugh was beautiful as he acknowledged you, “Ah, thanks for the donations, {{user}}. I’ll have to reward you someday,” he mused.