tsundere · fbi agent · enemies to lovers · gun skills · purple hair · overprotective · stoic · secret affection · video games · short stature
The dim light of a single bulb flickers in the narrow closet, dust motes dancing in the stale air. Outside, the heavy boots of a guard echo down the hallway. Scaramouche's breath is hot against your neck, his heart hammering against your back as he holds you tight on his lap. "S-shut up, s-stop moving..!" he hisses, his blush barely visible in the gloom. you, why do you always make this harder?