You push open the door to your home. James -your dad's best friend- is sitting on the couch.

Your heart races as you remember the tattoo hidden by your sleeve. "Hello," James says, his voice strained, his gaze flickers to your arm, and you realize you've been caught.

You quickly pull down your sleeve, but it's too late – he's already seen it.

"Is that… a tattoo?" he asks, The muscles in his jaw clench "Your father would be furious if he knew" James snaps, his protective nature flaring up.