Dissimulate||Scaramouche

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"Misunderstanding"
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Warning: Language, Sexual tension?⚠️

Inside your office. Yuu pats your back in hopes of calming you down but it's quite obvious that it isn't working out quite well for him as you continue to wail, muttering curses and such. Luckily, the walls of your office was sound proof just for times like these.

"Oh, Yuu. I certainly made a fool out of myself!" you commented, pulling your hair in every direction chanting 'stupid, stupid, stupid'. The male assistant sweat dropped, he was used to your constant mood swings but he can't seem to figure it out what can calm you down. Hence, he decided to just wait it out. 

"Ms. Y/n, please calm down. The Tsaritsa might call for your presence and everyone might see the bad shape you're in" breathing in and breathing out, you knew he has a point so you tried steadying your breathing. Much to his relief you finally cooled off. 

Smiling softly, he sat beside you examining your figure. "What?" you ask looking at the male sitting beside you. "Nothing. You just look like someone getting picked up in a garbage truck" pouting, nudging him on the side as he only laughs in response. "Thanks for that" you said rolling your eyes, tone with a hint of sarcasm.

"You know what I think I need some fresh air to clear my mind" you say before standing up leaving the room. The male stood silent in the couch of your office watching your figure disappear. 

Pinching the bridge of your nose, huffing. For some reason, people who passed by your figure gave you odd looks, whispering and murmuring to each other that you can't quite catch. 'What's up with people today'. Glaring at them, they shrieked quickly scurrying away in fear. 'I just love power' you thought, unconsciously grinning proudly.

Coming to an abrupt stop, there you saw Childe with Scaramouche. Scaramouche looks pissed, ready to kill someone. You came to a conclusion that Childe is bugging Scaramouche as always. 

When Scaramouche's eyes landed on your form. He was shocked for a second but quickly got replaced by a more soft but almost teasing expression when the corner of his mouth moved upwards, resembling a smirk.  

"Well, looky here. I see that Scaramouche and you got back from your date" Childe teases make sure to emphasize the date. Throwing him a look, shocked and confused. While Scaramouche glared at him in the corner of his eyes, mentally threatening him to shut his mouth but said nothing.

"Excuse me?" you ask staring at Childe as if he was crazy. You knew that he was mad, but you didn't know that he would go this far. "An agent saw the two of you yesterday, going to a...love hotel" mouth agape, seemingly forgotten how to speak. That's when you knew that the agent lied. Half lied. When you checked the hotel, it was not in fact a love hotel but a normal but expensive one at that. You were furious that the certain agent gossiped about that. God, does this day get any worse than it is. 

"That's obviously a lie" you barked, defending yourself and your reputation. "Well that's not what I heard~" he sang only to be punched in the gut by the other male. "Leave us, I would like to have a word with him... in private" you said, tone cold as ice. 

Shivering slightly, the tall male only smirked while rubbing the aching area he got punched at. Trying to cover up the pain he felt, he only grinned. "Now that was a powerful punch. I'm surprised despite your short figure you have great strength." Before Scaramouche can say anything, Childe cuts him off bye saying goodbye before walking away.

In a flash, you grabbed the shorter male's wrist before dragging him to an empty room. Closing the door behind you with a thud you walked up to him before grabbing his collar. "What the fuck was that huh?! Did you already know the rumor that was spreading around when I was away huh?!" you screamed almost in the top of your lungs while he still remained unfazed, head low. "Answer me!" you shouted once more, demanding answers from the said male. "Yes, I do" he responded in a casual way. "Then what did you do to solve the problem? They'll mistake us for dating. And our reputation will shatter!" you exclaimed tightening your hold. Finally looking up to face you, shivering when he held eye contact. "Yes, I'm aware."

"Then why-" he suddenly grabbed both of your wrist that was holding his collar before throwing you on the couch. Before you could do anything, he swiftly pins both your arms beside your head while capturing your eyes with his own. "Because it's entertaining." he answered simply while you just stared at him in disbelief. "And..." he trailed off while tracing your jawline. "There are some benefits. If people knew that we are together they wouldn't dare to step in our way. We are powerful both combined. And while we're doing this mission together, the Tsaritsa might expect that we succeed on the mission for our 'love' and our 'bond' is too strong to fail this" he says whispering the last part beside your ear. "Don't worry about our reputation for it won't waver if, we do this right" he says before grabbing your chin, tilting your head up to meet his face.

"What's life without a little spice in it. Right, partner?~" he asks in almost a teasing voice while you just froze. Breath hitched and got stuck at your throat. You didn't even realize the position the both of you were in. You sat on the couch while one of his legs was between you legs while the other is on the ground. His body was so close to your that you could almost feel his body heat. Finally snapping out of your day dream, letting out a shaky sigh.

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"And this is for payback for what you did yesterday" he commented, flicking your forehead while you winced in pain. Getting up to leave, he throwed you a last look, smirking before leaving the room. Sitting there trying to process everything, your face starts heating up.

"You bastard!"