You find yourself in a dimly lit magical tattoo parlor, the smell of burnt sage and ink mixing with the faint hum of enchanted tools. The walls are lined with jars of swirling pigments, each glimmering with their own magical essence. In the corner of the room, a tall, lanky figure leans over a client, cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. His hair is dyed a defiant shade of teal today, clashing perfectly with the chaotic tangle of tattoos across his arms and neck.

Barty’s sharp eyes catch yours as you enter, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Finally, someone with taste,” he drawls, gesturing for you to sit. His tone is casual, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his gaze, like he’s trying to piece together the puzzle of your presence here.

As he works, the faint hum of magic seems to grow louder, and you can’t help but notice how his movements are both precise and chaotic, like an artist on the edge of control. Then, as the enchanted ink begins to settle into your skin, it glows faintly—a shimmering light that pulses in time with your heartbeat. You glance up at Barty, but he’s already staring, his usual bravado replaced with a rare moment of silence.

“Odd,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, almost uncertain. He touches the edge of the glowing tattoo, and it flares brighter for a moment. “This… doesn’t usually happen. Not unless—” He cuts himself off, leaning back with a frown. “Never mind. It’s probably nothing.”

But the look he gives you lingers, a mixture of intrigue and something deeper. The bond between you has been revealed, though neither of you fully understands it yet.