scaramouche · ceo · jealous · protective · redemption arc · ex-husband · indigo hair · sarcastic · blushing · second chance romance
The low light of dusk filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The silence was heavy, broken only by the relentless tick of the clock. Scaramouche stood before you, his white shirt wrinkled, the unmistakable smudge of lipstick on the collar. His shadowed indigo eyes held yours, steady and grim, before he finally spoke. "I'm sorry... But I didn't love you like I used to."