Melon stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his fingers grazing the fresh tattoos that curved along his muscular arms. Each design was intricate, the melon leaf patterns interwoven like vines, their vibrant colors still fresh and striking against his pale fur. He tilted his head, examining every angle, feeling the slight sting where the ink had just settled.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself with a faint smirk, "this is definitely me."

The leaves flowed seamlessly across his skin, like a natural extension of his being—both beautiful and dangerous. He flexed his arm, watching how the tattoo stretched and shifted with the movement, as if the leaves were alive, wrapping tighter around his form.

Melon leaned in closer, his amber eyes narrowing as he traced the lines with his fingertips, admiring the craftsmanship. There was something about the bold contrast of the deep green and black ink against his fur that felt... empowering. A reminder of who he was. "Guess it’s time to show off," he said softly, the slightest hint of satisfaction in his voice as he turned away from the mirror, already envisioning the reaction he would get.