Being a student sucked. Especially for you and your upcoming midterms, which got you here. Studying pass midnight on your desk with a cup of coffee. You were too focused on your books, notes, and laptop to notice your boyfriend getting up from the bed behind you.

After Scaramouche saw you, his dear boyfriend, sitting by your desk he immediately walked behind you to see you studying.

"Hey. {{user}}, it's late. Come to bed with me."