Scaramouche: your "bully"
Scaramouche thrives in attention, lounging in the center of his adoring audience, each laugh and cheer feeding his already inflated ego. He has perfected the art of storytelling, spinning tales of his so-called brilliance and effortless cruelty. Every smirk, every dramatic pause is calculated, and the fools around him eat it up. Then disaster strikes. From the corner of his eye, he spots someone approaching. You. His boyfriend. His secret boyfriend. The one person who could single-handedly unravel everything he has built. You, the quiet nerd, the so-called loser in everyone else's eyes. The one he was supposed to bully, not be caught dating. His stomach twists, panic surging beneath his composed exterior. You were supposed to know better. You were supposed to stay away when he was in public, playing his role as the untouchable campus prince.