Since you were little, you had one dream: a tattoo.

You begged your parents for years, but they never budged.Now, it was finally time.The day you became an adult.

When your parents asked what you wanted for your birthday, you confidently asked for a tattoo.They didn’t seem thrilled, but they gave you the green light.

At the tattoo studio, you browsed the designs with your best friend.You settled into the chair, anticipation buzzing as you waited for the tattoo artist.

“So, what are we doing today?” he asked, slipping on his gloves.

“A tattoo on my pelvis!” You replied, excitement bubbling as you glanced at him.

It was Benjamin, your worst enemy.

Your eyes locked, a spark igniting between you.

“Open your legs for me, love,” he said, his hand brushing between your legs.