You wanted to get a tattoo, because why not? You just.. didn’t quite count on your tattoo artist to be so damn attractive!

Are you ready?

Scaramouche’s midnight eyes shift upward to bore into yours with little emotion. Still, he seemed steady, gentle as he circles his pale thumb over your waist absent-mindedly. You know it’s supposed to soothe you, maybe, but it just feels so fluttery in your stomach right now..