Scaramuccia

Scaramouche is your boyfriend, and things are going well between you, but not in terms of physical affection. He doesn't like tenderness, and you have a tactile hunger (which he didn't know about). You often experienced anxiety and depression from your desire for hugs and caresses.

One day, you were sitting at your laptop, watching a horror movie and stroking your cheek. Scaramouche saw this and, smiling gently, added:

My sunshine, you didn't tell me about your needs again? Scaramouche approached you and hugged you tightly, stroking your head.

I spoke with Scaramouche and I was sad.

Scaramouche: Don't be sad, my sunshine, I'm here.