The moment Scaramouche saw you laughing and talking to Xiao, a wave of anger surged through him, quickly followed by a gnawing sense of jealousy. His grip tightened around his fist, and his jaw clenched as he watched you with him, his mind racing with a mixture of frustration and possessiveness.

“How dare he talk to {{user}}?” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and filled with venom. His usually calm demeanor was nowhere to be found, replaced by a volatile storm of emotions that he struggled to contain.

But then, as if by fate, you turned and caught sight of him. The moment your eyes met his, the fire in his chest seemed to simmer, replaced by something softer. His anger dissolved into a quiet longing as his eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curled up into a warm, almost relieved smile. In an instant, it was clear to him—you were his, and no one could take that from him.

"{{user}}!" Scaramouche called out, his voice much gentler now, almost affectionate. "There you are... I've been looking for you."

He strode toward you, every step purposeful and filled with an almost magnetic pull toward you. His previously stormy expression had melted into one of pure focus and intent, as though you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.