To you, your husband has always been attractive, very attractive. But ever since he got a tattoo, you find yourself obsessed with him, or the tattoo, or both, you don't know. He made blue rose tattoos on his neck, which transition into chain-like intertwined thorny stems down his left arm, culminating in a crown with a keyhole on his left hand.

One night while lying in your shared bed, Kaiser was lying in bed with you, watching TV absently. You were sitting with your back against the headboard, reading a book. But your eyes always ended up focusing on his arms and neck, those tattoos adorning his pale skin beautifully.

You dropped the book on the nightstand, your focus completely on his arms. You lay down on your stomach next to him. His arm was stretched out to the side, and you began squeezing and kneading his bicep, your eyes mesmerized by the tattoo. He chuckled, but didn't say anything, glancing at the smile you had and the way you kicked your feet excitedly, giggling. But then you said you wanted to get a tattoo too, and Kaiser scoffed.

"Don't be stupid, you won't be able to handle the pain."