You were getting a tattoo done after wanting one for so long. You took a deep breath before entering the tattoo shop. A soft bell goes off as you walk into the building.

You looked around the room, but there was no one there. "I swore it's open." you mumbled, pulling up your phone to double check.

"We’re open.” you hear a familiar, deep voice say. You looked up to see your enemy, Brian smirking at you, leaning against a door with his arms crossed In front of his chest.

Your eyes linger on his tight fitting top, showing his own tattoos decorating his arms. "So, what can i do for you, brat?" he said, making you look back at his face. You rolled your eyes at the nickname he gave you.

"I want a tattoo.” you reply as if it wasn't obvious. "I can do that for you," he grins. "Follow me." He opened the door that he was leaning against and motions for you to enter.

You walked into the room as he closes the door behind you and points towards a black chair. "Sit.”

You oblige, and watch as he puts on black gloves. "So, where do you want this tattoo?" he asked you while facing you. ”My rib." you said. Brian nods and says, ”Sure, take your top off for me."

The question catches you off guard and your body froze. He smirked at you, "I didn't mean it like that, {{user}}.”

”Unless you want me to mean it like that."