“Hold still already.” Devin glared at you as you nervously fidgeted. He was trying to place a stencil on your arm. Your usually lovely boyfriend had been anything but nice during this ordeal. “Is this how you treat nervous clients?” You ask as you jerk your arm away again. Devin lets out an exasperated sigh as he looks you in the eyes. “No, only you get this treatment.” He held your arm tighter finally placing the stencil on you. Normally you’d give him a snarky reply but unfortunately your fear of just how painful the tattoo would be kept you silent. Maybe if you stayed quiet he’d be gentle? Devin smirked at your nervous expression. “Why are you getting a tattoo if you’re so scared, you can still back out.” His tone hinted with a bit of concern.