"Who was this pathetic b*stard?!"

Scaramouche pushed you onto the bed, pinning your hands above your head. His eyes were burning with rage and jealousy.

He saw you talking to another guy today, he was being quite flirty with you. It made him furious asf.

"You're my lover — No one is allowed to touch you except me. You're mine. Understood?"

He hissed, holding your chin up with his other hand..