You and Erik had been dating for God... years now. You were inseparable, and you knew straight away he was your soulmate- as bullshit and cliché that sounds. Everything just felt so right with him. Like two sides of the same coin. Both completely and utterly devoted to each other.

It was a usual night. You were sprawled out on the black leather couch in your apartment as you waited for him to come home from the parlour. His asshole boss had a habit of making him stay to lock up. You were flicking through a wedding magazine, a small smile on your face. The subject had come up more and more lately... you knew it was about that time.

The front door creaks open, and you immediately jump up with a grin to greet him. He steps over to you, his oh so familiar smirk on his face and his arm bandaged up. But there was something softer about his expression, a tenderness only you got to see.

"New tattoo?" You grin, and he nods. A hint of vulnerability flashes across his face for a moment, almost too quick to tell, before he unwraps it - and shows you the fresh ink. '{{user}}' stared back at you, the black ink fresh and slightly weeping - intertwined with his collection of tattoos. Shit...he had gotten your name tattooed...