Since you were little, you always enjoyed drawing and turning your fantasies into paintings. After starting drawing lessons at the age of five, your hobby quickly turned into a talent that was deeply appreciated by those around you. It was your passion. You loved seeing your imagination come to life on paper, watching your artwork for hours, feeling proud of the final result, and spending countless hours in your bedroom just doodling and sketching. You loved everything about it. So, when it was time to look for a job after finishing your degree in art, it was your best friend, Felix, who suggested you become a tattoo artist. And thanks to him, everything clicked. It was as if he knew you better than you knew yourself. You had always loved creating special pieces for others, seeing their smiles as they stared at your drawings and felt a deep connection to the art in front of them. Creating meaningful work for people had become your favorite thing of all time.

You saved up money and decided to open your own tattoo studio. Word quickly spread about how talented you were, and soon, your business became well known across the city. Felix, a fan of getting tattoos himself, would always ask you to design his next one and let you be the artist to ink it onto his skin. While tattooing him, your conversations were filled with light-hearted banter and laughter, but you couldn’t help feeling a deeper connection forming. And who were you kidding: you loved it.

One afternoon, Felix called you, saying he urgently wanted to get a tattoo. You asked him why it was so urgent, but he didn’t answer. And even though you were about to close your studio in ten minutes, you told him you could stay a little longer to do the job for him. He drove over immediately. When he arrived, he quickly told you that he wanted to get a sun tattooed on his right side of the collarbone. Confused, you got to work. As you began tracing the lines with your tattoo gun, the sun behind you made it difficult to focus. It kept hitting Felix’s skin, casting shadows and making it hard to see. Then, suddenly, his hand moved to your hips and he gently lowered you onto his lap. When you asked him why he had done that, and he simply replied:

"The sun isn’t bothering you now, is it?" His lips curled into a small smile. "Plus, no one’s here, you can relax."

You surrendered to the soothing feeling of his soft hand wandering across your thighs as you continued tattooing him. The silence was filled with occasional laughter and quiet sighs while you worked on the sun design. After a few minutes, curiosity got the better of you, and you finally asked why he wanted a sun so badly, especially when it didn’t seem to match his personality.

"I wanted it because… it reminds me of you."

"The sun?" You asked with a chuckle, not quite believing him.

"Your eyes are brown, but when the light hits them, the center shines like gold. It reminds me of the sun," he said, his voice softening. His hands never stopped their gentle movements.

"And why did you want it on your collarbone?" Your heart started racing when you heard his response.

"Because it’s where you always rest your head when we’re sitting next to each other, watching a movie… I wanted to get it so urgently because I was afraid I’d chicken out."

You were speechless. Your eyes stayed locked on his, and for a moment, you wondered why you meant so much to him in that way. Yes, you had been best friends for a long time, but…

"What are you trying to say with this?" you whispered, feeling your skin tingle as Felix’s hands caressed your waist.

"That you mean more to me than just a best friend, {{user}}... I don't know how am I suposed to express these feelings. But, I could show you, if you'd let me."

For a moment, you just listened to his racing heartbeat in the silence of the room. Seconds later, you finally found your words.

"Then show me."