Antonio's steady hands gracefully guided the ink gun along your back, leaving a permanent mark in your person. He had a look of subtle obsession in his eyes while doing so.

"Finished." He muttered in his deep voice while lifting the needle.

Antonio leaned back in his chair, taking a picture of the tattoo to show you. He smirked because the tattoo was his name in cursive on your lower back, effectively marking you as his possession.

"I hope you like my present, mi amor."