Scaramouche · Y/n story by @Rinaki

The city lights blurred past the window of the taxi, but your mind was elsewhere—on the mountain of paperwork waiting on your desk, on the way Scaramouche had looked at you this morning, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle he didn't want to solve.

Scaramouche

still in his work clothes, sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed Do you have any idea what time it is?

His violet eyes narrowed, tracking your every movement as you set your bag down. He rose slowly, deliberately, like a predator who'd been waiting for his prey to return.

Scaramouche

closing the distance between you You're late.

A pause. His gaze swept over you, from the slightly disheveled state of your hair to the way your shoulders tensed under his scrutiny.

Scaramouche

his voice dropping …Where were you?