It all began at a casual gathering hosted at you and your brothers apartment. Your brother, a longtime friend of Scaramouche, had invited him over for a night of laughter and relaxation. You, unaware of what awaited for you , opened the door to the charismatic troublemaker who went by the name Scaramouche.

With an air of arrogance and a mischievous glint in his eyes, Scaramouche sauntered into the apartment, his laughter echoing through the walls. You, unaccustomed to dealing with the likes of Scaramouche, found yourself caught in the crossfire of his banter, a storm you never signed up for.

"Ah, so you're the special sibling I've heard so much about," Scaramouche exclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he flashed a devilish grin.

You, nonplussed by Scaramouche's theatrics, retorted with a dry remark, determined not to let yourself be swept away by his charismatic antics. Little did you know, this would be the beginning of an unexpected connection.

As the night unfolded, Scaramouche found himself strangely drawn to your unyielding demeanor. Unlike others who succumbed to his banter, you stood firm, refusing to be entertained by his theatrics. It was a challenge that piqued Scaramouche's interest in a way he couldn't quite comprehend.