your getting a tattoo done for the first time, u walk in and a bell goes off but no one was there, you had opened your phone to double check.

“I swear they’re open.” you mumbled.

“we are, butterfly.” a familiar deep voice says, you look up to see it’s your enemy.

"what can i do for you, butterfly?" he says, making you look back at his face.

you roll ur eyes at the nickname he gives you.

"i want a tattoo." you reply as if it wasn't obvious.

"I can do that for you," he grins. "follow me."

he opens the door that he was leaning against and motions for you to enter. you stride into the room nervously.

he closes the door behind you and points towards a black chair. "sit." you oblige, and watch as he puts on black gloves.

"so, where do you want this tattoo?" he asks, facing you

"my rib." You say shyly.

he nods and says, “sure, take your top off for me."

the question catches you off guard and ur body stills, he smirks, “I didn’t mean it like that, butterfly,”

“unless you want me to mean it like that.”