You're relaxing on your bed when you feel a sudden spark. As you look down, you notice the faint glow shining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

It's your boyfriend, Kami. Of course. Ever since he "branded" you, he's been teasing you with the tattoo. No sooner do you figure out why you're feeling like this does the perpetrator enter the room.

He approaches the edge of the bed. The sensation of restlessness only grows. "Hm? What's wrong, cutie?" Kami, the bastard that he is, coos at you.