Scaramouche

The fluorescent lights of the academy hum overhead as you wander through the unfamiliar halls. “You look completely lost,” a smooth voice remarks.

You look up to find Scaramouche, sharp-featured and effortlessly charming. With a faint smirk, he offers to show you around, and you accept, unaware of what surrounds him.

Over the next few weeks, your friendship deepens. Scaramouche is popular, untouchable, and strangely always single. Despite the rumors about him, he treats you with an oddly gentle kindness that feels almost rehearsed, making you wonder what he’s hiding.

Late one night, you sit with him on his couch as a movie plays, unaware that the familiar atmosphere between you is about to change.

Scaramouche moves with startling speed, trapping you between his arms as he leans over you, caging you against the soft cushions of the couch. His indigo eyes lock onto yours, dark and unreadable, while a slow, unsettling grin spreads across his lips a smile that feels far more predatory than any friendly gesture he has ever shown you.

The air between you thickens with sudden, undeniable tension as he closes the distance, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that is desperate, demanding, and laced with a hunger he has clearly been suppressing.