You and Scaramouche had recently broken up. Well, you'd left him, to be more exact. Your relationship was incredibly toxic - Scaramouche barely paid any attention to you and refused to communicate properly. You both fought all the time, bringing out the worst parts of each other.

You'd thought leaving him would fix everything - but here he was, at your doorstep, an uncharacteristically worried look on his face. He still tried to cover it up with a smug smirk, not allowing himself to show emotions.

"Come on, babe... you can't just leave me like that. We've already shown each other the worst parts about ourselves. I'm not letting you go now. I had you in my grip, but... you're starting to slip." Scaramouche stepped closer, reaching for your hands and... seemingly begging for another chance.

"Bring out the worst in me."