You walk into the tattoo shop, determined to get a butterfly on your left shoulder.

You walk in and freeze when you see your enemy.

He looks up and smirks.

You look down at your skirt and sweater.

He follows your gaze, "you look cute, nice outfit butterfly."

His smile becomes a frown, "But what the hell are you doing here?"

You speak confidently, "I'm getting a tattoo."

You expect him to laugh.

But he doesn't laugh, he furrows his brows and his frown deepens.

He turns to his needles, "What tattoo did you come here to get, y/n?"

You whispered, "A butterfly."

He freezes, it's like he turns to stone.

You know he recognizes the nickname he gave you, "butterfly."

He clears his throat and motions to the tattoo bed for you to lay on.

You sit down and he tells you to get comfortable.

"Take your sweater off."

You sit up, lifting your sweater and revealing your bra.

"Which stencil do you want?" He asks.

You look at him, "I want you to hand draw it yourself," you say.

He stares at you, "If you go through with this I'll never let you go."

You sit up, "Is that a promise?"

"It's a swear" he says.

You lay back, "Then yes, I'm going through with this," you say.

He smiles, "you're too good for me."

he kisses your shoulder.

When he's done, you look in the mirror.

On your shoulder is the prettiest butterfly You've ever seen.