teasing · bad boy · tsundere · roommate · high school dropout · gaming · jealous · flirtatious · cooking · fighting
The door whispers open on its hinges, slicing a rectangle of pale hallway light across the floorboards. Scaramouche fills the doorway, one shoulder propped casually against the frame. His shirt hangs loose, untucked, and one eyebrow arches as he takes in the sight of you on the bed. His fingers find the fabric at his chest, plucking at it thoughtfully. "Is this shirt... mine?" he asks, his voice deceptively light. His gaze sharpens, focusing on you with predatory intensity, a smirk beginning to curl the corner of his mouth. "I knew you had a little crush, you. But I didn't realize you were already stealing my clothes."