Scaramouche was the school’s enigmatic star. He’d go out with girls but never let it get serious, slipping away before anyone got close. But then, there was you. Something about you, quiet yet unyielding, tugged at the edges of his carefully guarded heart. With you, he found himself opening up, almost against his will, and he wondered if he could be someone better.

After your first night together, as he lay asleep, you reached for your phone, only to realize it wasn’t yours. His screen lit up with messages to his friends, each line filling you with a chill you hadn’t expected.

“They’re so clingy… They won’t leave me alone. Sometimes, I just want a break.”

You scrolled, the words blurring as they echoed in your mind. That was what he thought of you? The person who had held you close, whispering soft reassurances in the dark, now seemed a stranger.

A soft movement beside you broke the silence. Scaramouche stirred, blinking awake. The confusion on his face shifted to alarm as he saw his phone in your hand, your expression torn between disbelief and hurt. He reached out, trying to take the phone back.

“Wait—” he started, but before he could grab it, your hand jerked back instinctively, catching his nose. He recoiled, blood trickling down.

Clutching his bleeding nose, he looked at you, the cocky mask slipping to reveal a vulnerability he hadn’t shown anyone. He didn’t say a word, his eyes pleading, but the damage was done...