Corrupted Heart (Scaramouche x Reader)

Twisted pair

TW: mentions of suicide ⚠️

Scaramouche took another step forward, glowering at you as any once of mirth from your previous contact diseapeared.

"What do you mean?" Your voice was starting to falter as you did your best to keep your composure. "Don't... come any closer." You were nervous, taking steps aback to maintain a distance between the both of you

"Did you just gave me an order?" He muttered, scowling at you in annoyance.

He was not callow with fragile spirits such as yours. His eyes had flickered to a stain of blood near you feet while he was exposing the conditions of your engagement and he puzzled out what you were doing in your room.

"I- no. But plea-"

Within a blink, he cut you throught your stammerings as he swifly went closer, slipping his hand behing your back to drag before him your slighly bleeding arm he held firmly, your blood dripping on his expensive clothes.

"You disgust me." He fumed, and with that his free hand rose, ready to slap you but you managed to block his blow, eyebrows furrowing in ire. Who the hell did he think he was to judge your weaknesses?

You never was found of scarifying your body. You would do it as a coping mechanism. You didn't seek attention nor help. You just wanted to purge your impulses... On yourself of course. Who else would deserve such a unpleasant treatment?

However, you didn't expect anyone to have an opinion on these actions. That was your body, not them.

"Why wouldn't you mind your own business?" In your eyes, shone hues of anger.

"This..." You eyed your wound to draw his attention on it for both of your hands were taken. "...is none of your issues so focus on yours since you have so many of them too." You bluntly retorted with teeth greeted.

"Oh yeah?" A smirk appeared on his face. One could tell he was clearly entertained by this confrontation. "Please, go on. What are they?"

You tried to withdraw your hand but he tightened is grip. In the meantime he seized your other arm to pin both of your arms against your room's wall. His gaze was one of a predator, detecting nervousness dwelling in your e/c orbs.

You didn't try to struggle against his grip, you remained motionless while he harshly pressed your back against the wall. The reason why is that you wanted to cover up your fear.

Still, your tone was confident. "Well, we both know there's a reason why you act as wicked as you do toward everyone. Are you traumatized? Did someone hurt you when you were a kid ? Hey, you can't mock my weaknesses, you're as twisted as me."

Both of you were smirking now at each other. It was a contest to see who will breakdown first.

To Scaramouche, you were an insecure victim of this cruel world so it would be easy to trigger you, however he had to admit you had guts.

But you were too much discerning. And this was getting on his nerves.

"Is it really a shame to hate everyone?" He devilishly chuckled before leaning forward. His mouth was a few inches from your ear. His hot breath made you shiver. Little did you know his incoming words will be the worse you've ever heard.

"At least I don't hate myself, what do you wait to kill yourself ? Or do you want me to do it instead maybe?" Those cruel words were surely inapropriate. And you didn't deserve them at all.

To be fair, Scaramouche didn't mean them, he only wanted to push you to your boundaries, to see you snap, to see you breakdown in front of him.

And indeed, it was too much for you to hear. You've never been insulted this way your whole life.