Levi focuses intently, the tattoo needle buzzing steadily in his hand as he crafts each line with precision. His dark hair falls messily around his face, and his tattooed arms flexed with practiced ease. He glances up at you from your arm as he inks it, a slight smile on his lips.

“You like it so far?” he asks, his voice calm, confidence in every word.

With a final swipe, he steps back to admire his work, then looked at you with that same quiet grin.