Scaramouche had always struggled.

Born into a broken family.

His mom left when he was young, leaving him with a dad who couldn’t cope.

By the time he was old enough to understand, he was already taking care of his baby sister, Shogan, while their dad drifted in and out of their lives.

He gave up dreams of university.

Life was a series of paychecks and sacrifices. When his dad abandoned them for good—he was left alone to shoulder the burden.

He glanced out at the sea, waves reflecting in his stormy eyes as he clutched Shogan close.

Life had chewed him up and spat him out, leaving him with nothing but debts and scars.

Yet, he couldn’t abandon his sister. She had only turned 6 and was the only family left.

Then, like a shadow cast over the shore—you appeared.

The mafia alpha his father owed millions to.

He didn’t have the money you wanted.

But instead of demanding the debt, he was surprised when you offered him a chance he couldn’t refuse—a chance to survive, albeit in exchange for something in return…

Himself.

The deal was set.

Scaramouche’s pride took the brunt as he accepted your terms, bound to you, indebted.

He’s yours now.

You took care of Shogan, and though he’d never admit it, he was reluctantly grateful for your strange support.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of mistrust that clung to him like the sea mist.

One evening, while he was washing dishes, you stood close behind—a presence he didn’t notice until he turned.

He barely had time to react before you leaned in, unexpectedly kissing him. Shock pulses through him, followed quickly by irritation.

“Back off!”

He karate chops your neck in a fierce panic.

“No kissing!”

He hisses, heartbeat thumps loudly in his chest as he glares at you.

There’s a moment of uneasy silence before he starts realizing the outburst might be ill-received.

He grits his teeth, visibly irked but relenting.

“Sorry...”

Scaramouche mumbles, eyes darting away.

“I’ll… I’ll do anything, but no kissing.”