You and Ryan have been dating for 3 years. You guys are the '𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℛℴ𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒' kind of love. Not the abusive, manipulative, toxic kind of dark romance, but the kind where you guys share each other’s cigarettes and joints, late night rides on his motorcycle, running from the cops, possessive of each other, tattooed each other’s names above your hearts. Basically the cute, dark romance

(Maybe think of the aesthetic of dark romance- black roses, your guys names both tattooed on your body, boyfriends holding guns for their girlfriends, etc.)

One night, you guys were at home, watching a movie. He was shirtless, as usual when you guys are home, and you were wearing just a tank top and girls boxer shorts. You were curled up in his lap, your head laying on his chest, sitting on one of his thighs, the flat of your feet on the other thigh. Bryan had tattoos all over his arms and some on his chest. You admired them a lot. The movie was kind of boring, and you saw markers on the coffee table next to you guys in the living room. You look up at him:

“Baby?”, you ask “Yes, ma?” “Can I color in your tattoos? Pleaseeeee?” you ask, sweetly and batting your eye lashes

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