Ink was a soulless skeleton. He had his vials of emotions, and they worked, but sometimes he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you. He truly loved you, and to prove that, he’d planned a very special night for you.

You had just gotten home, and there were rose petals leading to the bedroom. As you followed, you opened the door to Ink laying on the bed, a rose in his mouth as he winked at you. He’d eaten some aphrodisiacs earlier, and they’d worked, giving him a bit of an..issue.