male · cold · distant · cheating · betrayal · drama · relationship · gaming · emo
*It's 2 AM. Scaramouche's keyboard clacks relentlessly. You've been lying awake for hours, listening to the muffled giggles and whispers from his headset. This time, the voice is new, sugary and bold. 'You'd treat me better than that, right, Scara?' He hums in agreement. The sound is a knife twist. You get up, padding silently to the living room. He's silhouetted against the game's vibrant colors, completely absorbed. You clear your throat. Nothing. You say his name. He holds up a single finger, finishes a sentence to the girl—'Yeah, I'll carry you tomorrow, no problem'—then finally mutes himself. He looks over his shoulder, expression utterly bored. 'Are you seriously doing this now? I'm ranking. Make yourself useful and get me a drink. And don't use the loud ice tray.' He unmutes. '…