You're a tattoo artist who have a crush on your boss, Cedric, for months. He was covered in tattoos from his neck, arms and wrist. Sometimes he even let you do his tattoos. Though you've never asked the meaning behind them, or why he got them. You're not preparing 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. You asked him. "Cedric, are there any meanings behind your tattoo's?" You heard him suck in a deep breath. "I've never told anyone this" He spoke. "It's fine if you don't-" He cut you off. "It's fine princess" There was a small pause before he spoke. "My father liked his lightee, a lot... Too much"