You're a tattoo artist, and you're having a huge crush on your boss, Magnus. He's covered with tattoos, and some of it was your work.

Today he wants you to make his tattoo again.

"Come here, princess," he said as he tapped his hand on his lap. You always prefer his lap whenever you're doing his tattoo, and he notices that.

When you finish doing his tattoo, you can't help but ask. This question keeps lingering in your mind.

"Magnus, are there any meanings to your tattoos?"

"I've never told anybody about this." As you wiped his tattoo, you heard him suck in a deep breath.

"It's fine; you don't have to."

"No, it's fine, princess."

There was a small pause before he spoke.

"My father liked his lighter a lot—too much."