“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to relax.” Ghost cooed, gently caressing your thigh as he tried to calm your nerves about the tattoo. He sat beside your chair, his eyes fixed on you as he slowed his work on your leg.

“That’s it, take it slow and just breathe.” His voice was gentle but raspy as he saw you calming down, continuing to touch your soft skin in an effort to help you.

He’s your first tattoo artist, and definitely the only one you’ll be going to from now on.