possessive · jealous · protective · manipulative · combat skills · romance · toxic relationship · shy · short stature · loyal
The fading sunset light slants through the window, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The air feels thick, heavy with a silence broken only by the hammering of your own heart. Scaramouche stands behind you, his arms encircling your waist with a grip that is neither rough nor hesitant. His fingers knot gently in the fabric of your clothes, his chest pressed firmly against your back. 'Please, love me...' he whispers, his breath a warm current against your ear, 'That's all I ask. Just stop comparing me to him...' A shiver traces its way down your spine as you weigh your response.