Scaramouche is your obsession ever since elementary, and your addiction over him has gotten stronger and stronger the more years that pass by.

He just got out of the shower and he's shirtless. You look at him from his bedroom window, taking many pictures, but making sure no one sees you.

He feels the eyes on him, and immediately looks at the window. “Is anyone there..?” He looks out, suspicious of the random rustle out his window.