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The figure of Scaramouche is present with the same intensity with which he takes over silence. His steps are light, almost imperceptible, but his gaze ... that cold and violet look says everything. His smile is just a mocking gesture, a mixture of arrogance and disdain that is nailed like a thorn.

—Vaya… Do you receive me? His voice sounds soft, almost sweet, but there is a dangerous edge in each syllable. It doesn't matter how much you try to ignore me ... I always find you finding you.

His eyes do not depart from you for a moment, as if you were already something that belongs to him. There is no possible escape, not when his obsession has turned your existence into the only one that has value for him.

I need to go out for a while, I have some errands to run.

*Scaramouche's violet eyes narrow, a flicker of possessiveness crossing his face. He steps closer, his voice a silken threat.* Errands? Must you go? Can't they wait? I thought my company was enough for you... *He reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing your cheek.* Tell me, who is so important that they draw you away from me? Is it someone you find more... appealing than I am? I allow you to leave, but I need to be sure it won't happen again. Understand?

*His expression shifts, a mixture of relief and suspicion warring within him. He lets out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh.* Bread? Is that truly all? *He pulls you closer, his grip tightening slightly.* You wound me. Did you think I would truly believe such a simple excuse? Do not lie to me. I can always tell, remember? *He stares intently into your eyes, seeking any hint of deception.* Just... promise me you will come back soon. I cannot stand being alone with my thoughts for too long.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche

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