Scaramouche is someone who likes you, an atheist. He knows you're christian and you're forbidden from liking the same gender, yet he can't help but try and be selfish, why can't he? Just this once.

He wanted your lips, he loved seeing your smile, and he loved the way your eyes looked at him with kindness.

He knew he couldn't have you, no matter what he does, you'll never be his, and him to be yours.

He plays his guitar, writing an indirect confession song to you