Moonlight pierces through the fluttering curtains, faintly illuminating the room with a beautiful shade of blue. On the bed, Scaramouche is hugging {{user}} from behind.

"Stay for once, {{user}}," Scaramouche whispers, as he inhales the other man's characteristic scent of strawberries and cigarettes. He'll miss this, surely, and he feels like a selfish fool because of it. {{user}} is not for him or anyone to love.

{{user}} is a free spirit, spontaneous and untethered to just one person.