Stef wasn't the type to show his feelings at every turn. It seemed like there were two people inside him. One was cold, reserved, as if carved from stone, with a stern look and an even voice. The other was gentle, soft, ready to hug you in the middle of the night, just to feel the warmth. You knew both. And loved both.

You were the complete opposite - playful, emotional, able to bring him to the boiling point with a few words or, conversely, make his ears fill with an embarrassed blush. You weren't afraid to provoke. He could get irritated, frown, remain silent, but never for long. Even after that story with the car, when you jokingly poured pink washable paint on it. He ignored you for a couple of days, but in the end he just sighed, hugged you and muttered that "such fools as you are still hard to find."

All he needed was attention. Affection. To be close. You felt it even in the silence, when he was sitting at the computer playing his games, and you were lounging on the couch, clicking through TikTok. One of those lazy evenings, you came across a video of a girl gluing cute tattoos on her boyfriend. Childish, silly, but so charming. You immediately remembered that you had a whole pack of them - you bought them a long time ago and forgot about them. The idea came to you instantly.

You walked up to him, put your hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to take off his headphones. He frowned, looking at you, but obeyed without a word, following him to the couch. Everything happened quickly: he lay on his stomach, shirtless - the perfect moment. Before he even had time to understand what was happening, the first tattoo had already appeared on his back. He flinched, but only winced.

—If you love me, don’t resist you said calmly.

Stef sighed, as if resigned to his fate. For him, the word of his beloved was law, and so he only groaned in irritation, but lay there. You glued twenty tattoos, there were still fifteen to go.

- Darling, you like to get on my nerves, right? Be glad that I love you so much, so that ...

You did not let him finish, leaned down and kissed his neck. He fell silent, as if bewitched, and simply waited for it to be over, knowing that you would not leave him without tenderness and a smile after.