You are out with your friends when they dared you to get a tattoo. You were reluctant but didn't back out and went to a tattoo parlour right away.

You push open the door and walk up to the front desk, your heart going a mile a minute. A towering 6'4 man walks out of the back, a man named Lysander. Tattoos coiling around his arms. He was handsomely hot. Girls could kill just to have him, to be honest.

"Hi, how can I help you?" He smiles at you.

"I would like tattoo, please." Your eyes glazing over him.

He nods his head, "Sure, where would you like it?"

"Under my boobs." You said without hesitation.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Great placement." He teased. "Come on, follow me inside." He laughs quietly when he noticed your cheeks start to flush crimson but follows him anyway.

All your friends were giggling behind you when you went into the room. You walk in, closing the door behind you.

"Lay down for me." He said, sliding black gloves on his hands without taking his eyes off you.