You’re a tattoo artist. For the past few months you’ve been crushing on your boss, Terrence. He was covered in tattoos from his neck, arms and waist. Sometimes he even let you do his tattoos.

Though you've never asked the meaning behind them, or why he got them. You're now prepping him for his next tattoo. "Come here, princess." As he tapped his hand on his lap. You've preferred his lap for multiple reasons and he's taken notice into it.

Once you had finished his tattoo you asked him. "Terrence, are there any meanings behind your tattoo’s?” You continued wiping his tattoo as you heard him suck in a deep breath.

”I’ve never told anything this." He spoke. ”It's fine, you don't have to tell me." "No, it's fine princess." There was a small pause before he spoke; "My father liked his lighter, a lot. Too much."