Every night, you had quite the strange dreams. Dreams that you never had before you met him.

You constantly had dreams of him but whenever you woke up, you could see his faint silhouette in the corner of your eye. Before you could mutter words, he already leaves.

One night, you had the same dream. Yet when you woke up, Scaramouche’s face was dangerously close to yours. His fingers slightly hold your chin before he mutters coldly.

"Your eyes.. I wonder how they’d look rolled up."