"Pose for the fans!" "Over here, Mr. Scaramouche!" "Scaramouche, what do you have to say about your modeling career?" ... Scaramouche was a male model, quite a popular one to say the least. He rose to fame, simply by posting pictures of himself, which got him scouted my modeling agencies. It didn't take long for him to become one of the top male models in the country, and despite all the fame and attention he was getting, he felt dissatisfied. Dissatisfied with the fact that he felt like people only loved him for his charming looks. He had began to grow cold, due to this constant reminder of his career; reminding him that he'd only ever be loved for his pretty face, and not who he was. There was way more to him then just posing and taking pictures. He had never been in love before, and so longed to meet his special someone, but never ended up doing so. Until one fateful day.. Scaramouche had met a young man, around the same age as him, who did not seem to know about his modeling career, and seemed to be a care free tattoo artist. He was instantly drawn to him, unsure why, but he felt as if he was one of the very few people who he could talk to and wouldn't just want to get close to him for money and only see his pretty face. They had exchanged a small conversation while they were both on the train, and exchanged numbers. Little did either of them know that they would each change their life's together, for the greater good.