"I hate you, I despise you... but I love you"
"Dissimulate" to hide your real thoughts, feelings, or intentions.
Scaramouche also known as the Balladeer.
La Executioner, Y/n.
Both despise each others guts due to past experiences with one another...
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Shuffling in place, groaning you slowly flutter your eyes open. Staring at the ceiling you look around to find yourself in a unfamiliar room.
Alarmed, you try to get up from the bed but only to fail miserably when your legs gave up on you. Hissing, you felt pain shoot in every part of your body.
"Oh, you're awake" looking up you saw Scaramouche coming out of the bathroom before stepping towards you. Feeling threatened you backed away from his approaching form.
Feeling your back hit the bed, closing your eyes you were expecting incoming pain about to hit you any second but surprisingly nothing came.
Opening your eyes in confusion, you saw Scaramouche in front of you wearing a serious expression. Staring back at him, you secretly admired his eyes.
You didn't know he has such beautiful eyes since you didn't have the chance examing him this so up close.
Seeming to finally snap out his thoughts, he flicked your forehead causing you to hiss in response.
"I'm not going to hurt you idiot" he stated before standing up from his crouching position.
'You just did' kind of agitated, you weakly stood up but only to crash down back to bed.
"Ughh this is your fault" rolling his eyes he starts searching the cabinets and drawers in the room. "Says the one who attacked me first", sitting beside you he has a medical kit in hand.
Examining your figure, he starts to clean the bruises and cuts. Wanting to squirm out of his hold, he only pinned you down with a glare already knowing your intentions.
"Don't move". Shivering at the tone of his voice you were quick to oblige, letting him treat you for now.
Looking up at him you saw the calm and serious expression he held while his attention was focused on treating your cuts and bruises. You were confused at the sudden kindness.
Usually he was always angry, cocky and sarcastic but this was quite the opposite. I mean you weren't complaining but this was just all new to you.
"Why are you so kind all of a sudden? " his gaze snapped to you before focusing on your arm. "Kind? What's that? I'm just treating your wounds don't get the wrong idea" he says before squeezing your arm tightly.
Yelping, you retracted your hand away from his hold, while glaring at him. "Ow! What was that?!"
"That's what you get for asking stupid questions"
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