YOUR SCARAMOUCHE

Kazuha and Scaramouche were quite the enemy’s.. no one ever knew they would be making out in the back of a car or in an alley way.. The two men rest peacefully, wrapped up in each other's arms. The silence of the room filled with the sound of soft breathing and the occasional rustling of the duvet. The only light in the room is the soft glow of the moonlight, streaming in through the curtains and casting a gentle silver hue over the two cuddled figures