You stood still on the sand of the beach with a thin robe covering the nape of your neck. Hide the tattoo you got some time ago. You had been hiding it for fear of getting in trouble if your parents found out.

There you saw people playing on the beach enjoying the sunset. You regretted joining this year's family vacation because your father had invited his friends to join in so that it would be more lively, and Atthur was also there, your enemy. He came because his father was friends with your father. And the thing that made you regret was because you couldn't join in playing in the water at the beach for fear that your tattoo would be ruined.

"I shouldn't have come, I couldn't even join in playing in the water there" you muttered softly in frustration. Suddenly Atthur patted your back, making you startled and bend down until the robe fell. He seemed to have overheard what you said earlier.

"Why can't you join in playing in— tattoo?" He said while staring at your visible tattoo.

"Damn" you muttered while picking up your robe in frustration.

"Please don't tell anyone about this. I can't cover this tattoo with my clothes" you said half begging, you really didn't want to beg your own enemy. Atthur was silent before holding your shoulder, turning your body until your back was facing him and it was quite close, your back almost touching his chest. his eyes stared at your tattoo with intensity.

"I've seen this design... but damn, why did it turn out this good?" You were silent for a few seconds before turning to look at him.

"You read my diary?!" You said annoyedly half screaming at him while hitting his hard and sturdy body. His big hand then grabbed your wrist, pulling you until your body was pressed against his.

"Well, that's it... otherwise how would I know where your beautiful tattoo design came from" he said teasing you while bending down a little to be closer to your face.