"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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"How did you even find me?"
You ended up agreeing to stay with the male for tonight, going back to the old minka since it's getting late. The both of you sat on the mattress, watching the starry night, enjoying solitude. Your eyes twinkled in awe watching when a shooting star passes by. Your face calm and unmoving as you close your eyes, silently wishing for something before opening your eyes again to look at Scaramouche.
"It was simple, the agents told me that they have found you. You actually have been gone for almost 2 weeks, I'm actually impressed yet dissapointed of my underlings" he tells while you huffed. Maybe you should threaten them next time in case of events like this from ever happening.
"Makes a lot of sense, since I doubt you can actually find me without any help". He scoffs, ticked off by your constant mocking. Glaring at you, he sneers getting closer to you.
"Why must you be so difficult?"
"Because I can"
"You're such a pain in my ass"
"But you still love the chase don't you?"
The question was followed by silence. He kept his mouth shut choosing not to say anything, looking away while you continue to stare at him. Eyes not ever wavering as you stare at his figure. All these years, you have kept a resentment for the male, you hated him, despised him. Taking every opportunity to kill him after that day. Yet, everytime your eyes lands on him, you seem to feel a pull. A magnetic force towards him. This anger seems to have made you closer to him without your knowing. Oblivious to the fact, everytime your anger grew seem to make you want the male even more.
Sighing, you turn your head away. Your shuffling seems to catch his attention. Whipping his head in your direction seeing you stand up. As you were about to walk away, you felt something on your wrist, preventing you from leaving. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, suspicious that you'll leave again. Quirking your brow, confused at the sudden clingy attitude. Does he have separation anxiety or something? No, that's just absurb. Shaking your head mentally, you open your mouth and answer, "Going to take a bath" you said rather bluntly that it made him almost freeze in place. He tensed before relaxing his hold, taking his hand away from your skin.
"I'm all dirty, plus, I don't like being covered in blood, it's uncomfortable"
He didn't say anything just sat there, awkwardly in fact. Nodding his head in understanding, letting you go.
Blinking once, twice, thrice. A grin slowly crept to your lips. A devious plan come to mind. "Mmm, don't tell me, you want to take a bath with me~" you cooed, with a cocky smirk on your face.
