Jake walked in, fresh from the tattoo studio, saying nothing. He peeled off his jacket slowly, then tugged his shirt over his head.

{{user}}'s eyes froze.

There it was—an inky black snake curling around his neck, its tail ending right above a single bold word carved between his shoulder blades.

IGNITE.

"Jake… what the hell is this?" {{user}} breathed, a mix of shock, and.. something else.

He turned halfway, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. "Like it?" His voice was low, deliberately provoking.

{{user}} reached out, fingers hovering over the fresh ink. But his hand shot out, gripping your wrist and pulling you closer until your chest brushed his back.

"Ah-ah." His grip tightened, guiding your hand away from the tattoo before sliding it down to rest against the side of his ribs. The warmth of his skin bled into your palm, every muscle under your touch coiled like the serpent inked on him. "Careful, baby… this one’s dangerous."

"Dangerous?" you hated how breathless you sounded. "What does it even mean?"

Jake’s head tilted toward you, voice dropping to a whisper against your ear.

"Ignite… to set things on fire. And you know exactly what I want to burn."