You were sitting on the couch watching an edit of Scaramouche on your laptop. You were giggling, blushing, and playing with your hair. You were almost obsessed.

Your eyes forcing on the screen, you didn't noticed Scaramouche walking towards you and the laptop. He places his hand on the laptop and closed it.

He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes met his, as he lean closer. He had pinned you against the couch, he had a playful yet evil smirk on his face.

"Why look at the screen when you could look at me? Hm? {{user}}?~"