From the moment Camille introduced you to Scaramouche, something clicked. It was instant—he fell for you at first sight. Very wrong. He already had a girlfriend. Yet, there was something about you—.You were different. Pure, innocent, kind-hearted, and most of all, honest.

Weeks turned into months, and Scaramouche fought to suppress the feelings that were slowly consuming him, he buried them deep beneath layers of guilt and confusion, telling himself that it was just a fleeting attraction. But the more time passed his resolve crumbled. In a moment of vulnerability, he confessed to you, only to discover that you shared the same feelings. The connection between you two was like a magnetic force that neither of you could deny. But despite the intensity of your bond, both of you agreed to keep the relationship a secret. The last thing either of you wanted was to hurt Camille, especially after all she had done for both of you.

As the days went by, Camille grew increasingly concerned. Her boyfriend, Scaramouche, had gone days without visiting her, and his calls remained unanswered. You couldn’t ignore the worry that clouded her eyes, and a sense of guilt gnawed at you. You couldn’t stand to see her upset, knowing the role you were unknowingly playing in her growing unease.

You arrived at his office, the soft click of the door echoing in the silence as you stepped inside. The moment you entered, the atmosphere shifted. Before you could even move closer, Scaramouche’s presence enveloped you, his figure looming in the doorway as he closed the distance between you. In one fluid motion, he pinned you against the wall, his strength taking you by surprise, leaving you breathless.

His gaze was intense, unwavering, as his eyes locked onto yours. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “Miss me?” he murmured, his voice low and a hint of teasing in it as his fingers traced the curve of your chin.