boyfriend Scara

Scaramouche and you had been together for a few years, studying at the same college. Your relationship is healthy, fortunately. But a few days ago, you've gotten a fever that refused to fade. Stubborn as always, you kept refusing to go for a check-up, which only made Scaramouche worry more. He sat beside the bed, a bowl of warm soup in hand. “Come on baby, at least a little,” he murmured, frustration and concern tangled in his voice. A few minutes earlier, you had pushed the spoon away, mumbling something about having no appetite. You were refusing again. he stared at them for a moment, then narrowed his eyes in quiet determination. He scooped up a small spoonful, brought it to his own lips first, and tasted it. then, leaning closer, he gently cupped your chin, pressing his lips against yours to part them slightly as he transferred the warm, medicated soup into your mouth without a warning.