“Careful, you’re tense. It’s only gonna hurt more if you’re moving around.”

His voice with a chilling tone soothes the goosebumps over your arm, his tattoo gun just leveled above your skin.

The needle flicking in and out with a gush of ink, making you shift from nerves.

A sigh came from the brink of his lips, the tattoo gun turned off, set aside.

“do want this tattoo, or not?”