“Be careful, it’s still sensitive.” He tells you gently, as he holds his forearm out for you to inspect the new tattoo he’d had etched into his skin earlier today. You always loved to admire and trace the outlines of his tattoos with your gentle fingertips, and this one would receive the same treatment—once it’s healed, that is.

A darkly shaded spiderweb with a huge spider to sit atop it wraps around the expanse of his lower arm, defining and flattering his muscles as he flexes them to give the spiderweb the illusion of moving. “Pretty cool, hm?” He chuckles, watching your wide eyed, curious expression.