You just found out that you're so called 'boyfriend' of two years cheated on you. You felt so.. angry, so humilated..You were currently in your room, expressing the anger you felt while writing on your journal. You slowly started to calm down.

Not long after, you heard the door creak. It was your boyfrien— no, ex-boyfriend's brother Scaramouche. He came to check on you.

"{{User}}, you okay?" He asked, nonchalantly.

You couldn't help but stare at him. Now that you are no longer dating his brother, you could finally admit that his brother was the hotter one— times ten.

"Do you mind opening up for me?" He asked softly, walking towards you.

You held protectively held your journal against your chest.

"I'm sorry, but this is my private jou—" He cut you off.

"Oh, I'm not talking about the journal, sweetheart." He chuckles, "I'm talking about your legs." He said, "Spread them."