As the sun set, casting shadows over the countryside, you anxiously awaited your beloved. The air buzzed with impatience, and darkness veiled your clandestine meeting. The echo of horse hooves signaled his arrival. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, you swung the door open to find Scaramouche gracefully dismounting.

Closing the distance, Scaramouche's steps resonated with purpose. In a heartbeat, he enveloped you, lips meeting in a passionate kiss. "Oh, how I missed you, my darling," he whispered, his voice a seductive melody in the hushed night.