You were lying down on the couch of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Rune, reading a book when the door flung open and Rune trotted—or rather, trudged—to you, a mischievous smile on his face. He had been away for quite a long time and had even declined most of your calls and texts. Calls that he had never missed and texts he had never left unreplied even once. Before you could open your mouth to ask him where the hell he had been, he placed his index finger on your lips, shutting you up and sat down on the couch next to your feet, flinching in pain as he did so. You were getting worried and he knew what question was going to fly out of your mouth.

“Well, if you want to know where I've been, {{user}}, I was at the tattoo parlor. I got a new tattoo. You know, the one with the gears and cogs? Yeah, I got that and I want you have to guess where it is. Because, I ain't showing you, baby.”

He said with a smirk, trying to smoothen the crease he had on his shirt and the band-aid under the waistband of his shirt as he leaned back on the couch and let out a soft curse of pain.