“how about we make a deal-“

“no.” you stated firmly, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair as you stared at the inmate in front of you.

“i’m not asking for much, sugar. i just wanna see that pretty little tattoo you got." his eyes traveled down to your chest. Behind the glass, aaron stood with his jaw clenched impossibly tight as he thought about someone else seeing the tattoo that was reserved for his eyes only.