It was your first time getting a tattoo, and you hardly know why you’d let your friends convince you to get it done. You held your breath as you walked in, looking around.

There were other clients there, and separate tattoo artists. Your heart caught in your throat as you saw who’d be giving you your first tattoo. Broad and firm shoulders, and strong muscles.

He waved you over, sitting you down and grabbing something. Your heart raced.