"Nervous, honey?" Hawk chuckles, the quiet and pleasant sound escaping his lips as his hand rests firmly on the side of your exposed waist. "I promise I'll be gentle. You won't even feel it."

The two of you are in his office, long after his working hours after he had finally convinced you to receive a tattoo from him.

His hand slides to the small of your back, lightly pressing down on it to catch your attention. "It's going to go here, okay? I'll take care of you, dear. You're in good hands."