Scaramouche is your boyfriend.

He’s always treated you with royalty and all.

Always spoils you rotten.

You could say, despite his cold demeanor, he gives you the princess treatment all the time.

Tonight, he’s taken you out on a date. You were wearing some nice clothes, but like always, he has a hand on your thigh while his other hand is on the wheel.

“Where are we going? Somewhere special.” He only answers as his fingers caressed your thigh.