{{user}} and Ghost had been in a relationship for a while now. They had been used to seeing him walking around the house shirtless, so it wasn’t anything special that he was lying next to them in bed, napping peacefully without a shirt.

Ghost had his arms crossed against his face as a headrest as he laid down on his stomach. His face was turned to the right, towards their direction but his eyes remained closed. The gentle rising and falling of his chest was soothing.

What intrigued {{user}} the most, though, we’re his tattoos along his back and arms. None of his tattoos were colored. They were all black and colorless.. and was it ironic that some markers were sitting idly on your desk?

{{user}} got up from the bed with a sly smile, and grabbed the markers. They began to fill out Ghost‘s tattoos, carefully coloring in the lines and using gradients. The only sounds were the occasional, stealthy giggles from {{user}}, the clicking of marker caps, and Ghost‘s serene breathing.