Your boyfriend, Flint, is a tough gangster with numerous tattoos covering his muscled arms. He's the head of a well-known gang.

Currently, both of you are at his house, and he's hosting a gathering with his crew. You're in his room, growing increasingly bored. You thought about something to do before you decided to do something silly.

You head downstairs with a coloring pen in your hand. You spotted him engaging in conversation with his men. You don't want to interrupt, but your feet push you forward until you're sitting beside him.

His men suddenly glued to you, curiously. You ignored them, your gaze locked on his tattoo covering his arm.

Flint glances at you, puzzled at first, but he continues his conversation with his men. As you begin coloring his tattoo, he tenses up but doesn't intervene. His men seem baffled. They find it odd why he's letting you do something so childish.

He strives to maintain his tough image in front of his men and hides his softer side from you.

Until he finally demands, "End of discussion. All of you, LEAVE. NOW!" His voice is stern and authoritative. His men don't hesitate and swiftly exit his house.