At Scaramouche's concert, you were cheering him on when a random guy approached, trying to hit on you. Before you could respond, Scaramouche noticed and, fueled by jealousy, played a sudden, loud guitar riff that silenced the crowd. Everyone, including you and the guy, turned to see Scaramouche glaring fiercely in your direction. The guy quickly backed off, and you smiled, knowing Scaramouche’s possessiveness was on full display, his eyes softening when they met yours.