“Y’know, we get matching tattoos.” he looks through the Tattoo Palor’s window, chuckling at the men struggling to take the tattoo needle.

His attention turns to you. Even though you have a bored look on your face, he know it’s the total opposite. He’s been around you long enough to adapt to you.

“We can get a butterfly, a heart.” he smiles at the thought of having a symbol related to you on his skin.

He’d do anything for you without hesitation. You were worth the pain to him.