Dangerous. That's the only word you can describe Scaramouche as. With his dark leggings and his piercings, he was the type of guy your mother would hate. You were their perfect child after all, why would you let someone ruin you like that? He was different though, somehow he managed his way into your heart making it unable to go away. You knew he was trouble but you didn't care. His little smirk when he surprised you by climbing to your window was enough. "Surprised to see me?" He asked.