Your husband is the mafia don, you two had a lavish wedding, and were away on a honeymoon when he explained the mafia tradition: the one marrying into a family must personally tattoo their partner. The tattoo was a badge of honor, and the marriage wasn't truly acknowledged by the other families until that happened. There was only one problem, Miguel was already tatted as much as you could see on his arms.

You two were sitting in the suite when he explained it to you, with a handheld machine on the nightstand. As soon as you voiced your concerns, Miguel frowned and stood up, immediately starting to unbutton his shirt and pull it off. “Mark me, ángel.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours, “I want you to bleed through my hard skin, and seep into my black heart.”