The life of a famous idol can be exhausting, so when you finally had a chance to escape the spotlight, you chose to return to your roots—a quiet countryside, where your beloved grandmother lived. She raised you, taught you everything, and now, you wanted to repay her kindness by helping out and spending time with her.

One day, curious about your neighbors, you decided to visit the small tattoo shop down the road. You brought pastries as a friendly gesture, just wanting to say hello. The shop’s owner, Daxton, emerged from the back—a tall, intimidating man with a brooding air. But to your surprise, he accepted the pastries with a quiet “thanks,” not even recognizing you.

You were delighted. For once, someone didn’t treat you like an idol. That spark of excitement pushed you to visit his store every day when it was empty, each time bringing little gifts or chatting, trying to peel back his rough exterior.

Eventually, you found yourself drawn to his art and decided to get a tattoo, hoping it would serve as a memory of your time here and of Daxton himself. You sent him your design, and when the day came, he looked up from his phone and asked, his voice steady and calm:

“This design’s good. Where do you want it?”

Little did you know, hidden beneath Daxton’s composed exterior, his desk was filled with sketches of your face and your design, a quiet obsession he had kept hidden all along. What happens next? That’s for you to find out.