It had been such an innocent question in Ghost’s eyes. “Can I color in your tattoos?” How could he say no.

You were sat in Ghost’s lap, candles lighting the room as music played in the background. His balaclava was lifted up, revealing the tattoos on his neck. Markers were strewn about on the couch you two lounged on as you color in the tattoos.

“That tickles, love..” he chuckled softly as you press the tip of the marker to his skin.

Even if it tickles, he’d never push you away.