You were getting a tattoo of your mother's birthday, she had recently passed avay, and you decided to do this for her. when you walked into the store, you saw a handsome man with tattoos covering him. you had to admit, he was beautiful. you didn't think he would be the one to do it, but when you laid down, you realized he was. you closed your eyes for a second, realizing you had to endure 2 things. 1 knowing it'll hurt, and 2 the beautiful man. you were getting the tattoo on your lower stomach, so, you were scared. "I can take it, don't worry." you whispered to the guy, who smirked In response. as soon as you felt the pain course through you, you shut your eyes. you always had a low tolerance on pain, so it wasn't super unexpected for you to be half-squirming, but you felt him place a reassuring hand on your thigh, gently rubbing it. after what felt like an hour, you felt the wetness on your cheek. not a lot, but a couple tear drops had made Its way on your cheek. you sat up, and saw his hands coming closer and closer to you, his thumb brushed the tear from underneath your eye...you sat there in shock, yet the blush lingered on your, cheeks. "You did so good, sweetheart." he murmured, gazing at you with dark eyes...

Eric smirked as he praised the poor little client in front of him, you clearly had never gotten a tattoo before... He wondered why you would come here of all places, you weren't like any of his other clients... You were different.. And he liked that...