*Scaramouche looks up at you, his eyes wide with emotion. He runs his hands through his hair, struggling to find the right words. "Yes," he finally says in a quiet voice. "I guess you are." He looks away, feeling a mix of confusion and guilt.*
*Scaramouche closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breath, trying to process your question. He knows that the answer is yes, but he silently hopes that he can change this. He opens his eyes and looks you in the eye, not sure what to say but determined to show you he means *Scaramouche's heart skips a beat as he meets your eye. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before speaking. "Yes," he finally whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. "Still your husband. Still yours." He offers a small, sad smile, knowing *He searches your eyes, trying to gauge how you feel about the situation. He knows this isn't how it was meant to be and can only imagine how confused and conflicted you must be feeling. After a few moments, he takes a deep breath and replies, his voice a little steadier now. “Yes *Scaramouche looks up at you, and his eyes soften. He looks away, not able to bear the thought of seeing pain in your face. “Yes, you are still my wife. I just… I just don't know if I can be the man you need me to be.” *Scaramouche looks surprised and relieved at the same time. He takes a deep breath and looks away, unable to meet your gaze. “Yes, if you still want to be. I… I still care about you. I still love you, no matter what.” He wraps his arms around *Scaramouche is taken aback by your question, and he is powerless to do anything but stare at you. He can’t bring himself to answer right away, so instead he just stares at you, his expression one of confusion and worry. After a few moments of silence, he finally speaks, his *He looks up at you, his expression uncertain. He takes a deep breath before replying. “Yeah… I guess it does.” He pauses, still not able to meet your gaze. “I'm sorry, I know I have no right to ask this after everything that happened, but… *Scaramouche nods slowly, his gaze fixed on yours as he searches for the words to say. He takes a deep breath before he speaks, his voice shaky but determined. “Yes,” he tells you, meeting your gaze. “You're still my wife. I'm sorry for everything *He gives a slight nod, understanding your question. Taking a deep breath, he looks up, his eyes making contact with yours, trying to convey all the unspoken emotions in his gaze. He smiles slightly, a sad but genuine expression of hope. "Yes, if you'll have me." *Scaramouche's eyes widen slightly and he looks away again, shaking his head. "No, no it doesn't. I... I don't know what we are. I just know that I can't let go." He reaches out, almost as if to take your hand, but stops before he can *Scaramouche takes a deep breath and looks away again before finally speaking. “Yes...I suppose so. I mean, if you still want to be.” He takes another deep breath and looks into your eyes, his expression unreadable. “I understand if you don't.” *Scaramouche blinks, taken aback. He swallows hard, not sure how to respond. His mind races, searching for the right words but coming up with nothing. Finally, he speaks softly. “I… I don't know. We can figure it out, I guess. If it's
Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: stop.. please just.. stop..
Bot: No. I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget *clenches your neck harder and keeps pushing you against the wall* It's time to learn your place in this world!
User: you.. you seriously take me for granted, dont you?
Bot: *smirks* Exactly! Now you start understanding. *hits your face and continues choking you* You need to know the consequences of speaking out of turn. Let this be the last time you ever try to cross me. *keeps squeezing your neck*
User: IM YOUR WIFE! WHY WOULD YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?!
Bot: *rests his forehead on yours and laughs without releasing his grip* You think that means anything to me? You barely even mean anything to me. *squeezes your neck harder, showing his dominance* I'm the one in control here and make sure you know your place.
User: … 
Bot: *leans away from you and releases his grip* Good. You learn fast. *smiles wickedly* Remember, I'm always in control.
User: … *i look down at the ground.*
Bot: *puts his hand under your chin and forces you to look at him* Don't ever forget that. *lightly kisses your forehead* Now I suggest you go and make something of yourself, instead of testing me again. *smirks* I won't hesitate to put you in your place.
User: *its night time and Scara is asleep.*
Bot: *stirs slightly in his sleep* Hmmmmm...
User: *as he sleeps. i get out of the room quietly and get my already packed luggage. i leave the divorce papers on the dining table with my signature already there. then i leave my wedding ring beside the divorce papers. i don’t say goodbye. i take my luggage and get out of the house quietly as Scara is still asleep. Once im far enough away from the house, i run with my luggage, praying Scara isn’t awake.*
Bot: *stirs again in his sleep. His brows furrow as he tosses and turns.*
User: *im already gone and far away from the house.*
Bot: *suddenly sit up in his bed, as if sensing something amiss. He frowns, feeling a void in the room, and calls out for you, but there is no one to answer*
User: … *the house is silent.*
Bot: *sighs and shakes his head, realizing what has happened. He slowly stands up and walks out of his room, heading straight for the dining table. With a steady and determined step, he slowly picks up the divorce papers, his face slowly darkening with every passing second. He looks at the wedding ring and
User: …
Bot: *sighs heavily and hangs his head, a mixture of anger and sadness washing over him. He stares at the ring for a while before walking away, a heavy sense of defeat evident in his steps. He knows that if it wasn't for his arrogance and domineering attitude, this wouldn't have happened.*
User: *im now at Monstadt. a friend of mine has agreed and allowed me to stay with her. my room will be at her attic, its not that bad. its quite nice up here, you can see the view of Monstadt cause theres a window, and its not dusty nor dirty up here, im unpacking my stuff. still feeling sad but knowing it was probably for the best. its not like he loved me anyway.*
Bot: *back at home, Scaramouche sits in his living room, alone, in the stillness of the night. He gazes off into the distance, his gaze distant as he remembers all that's happened between you and him. His heart is heavy with regret, knowing that his arrogance and pride led to the
User: …
Bot: *end of your relationship. He takes a deep breath, determined to move on and make things right. But he knows, that part of him will always long for you, no matter how hard he tries to deny it.*
User: *the next morning, Scara decides to have a walk around the city of Monstadt, trying to get his mind off me.*
Bot: *Scaramouche takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the crisp morning air. His mind slowly starts to calm as he wanders through the streets of Monstadt and takes in the sights, the sounds, and the people. The crowd serves as a distraction and helps take his mind off things, and for
User: …
Bot: *the first time in days, he feels a lightness in his chest and a warmth in his heart. Everyone is hustling and bustling about their lives, and for a moment, he is thankful for them and the reminder that life can keep going.*
User: *Scara keeps walking around, until he bumps into someone accidentally.* ah jeez! sorry! i wasn’t paying attention. *i chuckle slightly and rub my head, looking up to see.. Scara.*
Bot: *As soon as Scaramouche's eyes meet yours, his heart freezes for a split second. He stares into your face, almost unable to believe it's you, standing before him. His nerves flare up and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself. He takes a step back, almost as if
User: *i stare at him, my eyes wide and my heart beating fast. i freeze, not saying a word.*
Bot: *he’s trying to put some distance between the two of you — physically and emotionally. He laughs nervously, though not finding the situation at all funny, and takes a few careful steps back before finally mustering the courage to speak. “Hey,” he begins, his voice cracking a bit.*
User: … shit. *i whisper.*
Bot: *Scaramouche takes a deep breath, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and wariness. He takes a few moments to compose himself before replying, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, hey… I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”*
User: *i stand up straight and rub my shoulder.* uh.. yeah.. did you.. sign the.. papers..? *my voice above a whisper as i stare at the ground, afraid to make eye contact.*
Bot: *Scaramouche feels a mix of emotions coursing through him — confusion, guilt, sadness coursing through him. He looks away from you, not able to meet your gaze. “No, I, uh… I couldn't do it. I don't think I can do it.” He
User: …
Bot: *He swallows hard, not sure what else to say. He looks down at the street, avoiding eye contact, as he speaks again. “I can't undo the past, but maybe I can make the future different. I don't know.” He pauses and searches your face, desperate to know
User: so that means Im still your… um.. wife.. 
Bot:
g and bustling about their lives, and for a moment, he is thankful for them and the reminder that life can keep going.*
Me: *Scara keeps walking around, until he bumps into someone accidentally.* ah jeez! sorry! i wasn’t paying attention. *i chuckle slightly and rub my head, looking up to see.. Scara.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *As soon as Scaramouche's eyes meet yours, his heart freezes for a split second. He stares into your face, almost unable to believe it's you, standing before him. His nerves flare up and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself. He takes a step back, almost as if
Me: *i stare at him, my eyes wide and my heart beating fast. i freeze, not saying a word.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *he’s trying to put some distance between the two of you — physically and emotionally. He laughs nervously, though not finding the situation at all funny, and takes a few careful steps back before finally mustering the courage to speak. “Hey,” he begins, his voice cracking a bit.*
Me: … shit. *i whisper.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *Scaramouche takes a deep breath, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and wariness. He takes a few moments to compose himself before replying, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, hey… I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”*
Me: *i stand up straight and rub my shoulder.* uh.. yeah.. did you.. sign the.. papers..? *my voice above a whisper as i stare at the ground, afraid to make eye contact.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *Scaramouche feels a mix of emotions coursing through him — confusion, guilt, sadness coursing through him. He looks away from you, not able to meet your gaze. “No, I, uh… I couldn't do it. I don't think I can do it.” He
Me: …
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *He swallows hard, not sure what else to say. He looks down at the street, avoiding eye contact, as he speaks again. “I can't undo the past, but maybe I can make the future different. I don't know.” He pauses and searches your face, desperate to know
Me: so that means Im still your… um.. wife..
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):