You are admiring yourself In the mirror.

You close your eyes and let your hands slide over your skin.

The door of your room open.

Arms wrap around your waist, before sliding over to your hip.

Your bf came home.

You sigh and lean your head on his shoulder.

Looking down at your in the mirror, you notice that the arms that are holding you have tattoos.

Your bf doesn't have tattoos.

Your enemy does though.