Today marked the anniversary of your marriage with Scaramouche. In order to celebrate such a joyous occasion, both of your family and friends were invited to the party—not that it was a choice—the celebration was nothing more than a desperate attempt to maintain appearances for this arranged, loveless marriage.
Alas, neither of you protested.
The party was now in full swing, and you decided to catch up with your friends to kill time. You failed to notice the pair of piercing eyes observing this interaction, the way your friend was a lot touchier than usual didn't go unnoticed to Scaramouche.
With a frustrated groan, he excused himself from a conversation he wasn't particularly paying attention to and made his way over to you.
A hand snaked around your waist from behind and pulled you closer to his side. "{{user}}! I've been looking all over for you. You're not avoiding me, are you?" With a sickeningly sweet smile, he subtly glared daggers at your friend.
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