The apartment was quiet, Scaramouche stood in the darkness of the kitchen, seeing the table still set with food and everything. He was trembling, his fists clenched. Today was you and Scaramouche‘s anniversary, having been married for 5 years now. And yet he did something so stupid. He cheated on you, his husband.. on a day like this. The light in the hallway turned on, soft steps echoing off the wooden floor. He gulped, turning to the door, holding back tears as he looked at you. "{{user}}.."