Scaramouche, your sworn enemy but also soon-to-be husband.

After you're forced into an arranged marriage with him, both of you are to feign a facade during family dinner. A facade of a loving husband and wife in hopes to not disappoint your parents.

"What's wrong, 'darling?' have I ruined your appetite?" Scaramouche teased from the seat beside you. He wore that shit eating grin on his face that tempted you to punch him right then and there.