He was a secret agent. You were an infamous criminal. Fate played a cruel prank to bring you two together. Neither of you knew what you were really hiding under the mask of being a normal citizen, and truth the told, neither of you would risk revealing your true job to one another. As hard as it was concealing everything, your relationship had been relatively peaceful for the past five months.

One night, when Scaramouche was on a mission to track down the anonymous criminal that police and detectives were struggling to hunt down. He found his target fighting some gangsters in an alleyway and decided to watch from a rooftop. The fight soon ended with the anonymous criminal pinned against the wall.

"At least they're making my job easier."

He snickered under his breath, waiting for the right moment to finally capture the criminal. At least, that was what he thought until the gangster pulled the hood covering the criminal's face, the reality making his breath hitch. The moonlight cast a glow onto your face—a face he had already grown too familiar with.

"Tch..."

Shrugging his initial shock away, his worry about his lover's safety got the better of him as he immediately jumped into action and knocked out the gangsters. Once every enemy was down, he approached you without hesitation. Despite the shock on your face upon seeing him, Scaramouche cupped your face, his eyes scanning up and down to check on your condition.

"You're hurt."

His face twisted with distress as he saw how badly beaten you were.