He has trouble written all over him. From his dark brown eyes and cocky smile to the leather jacket and ripped jeans, I know exactly what kind of guy he is.
The tempting bad boy comes out of nowhere and makes me question everything... and everyone.
He marks people's skin for a living, but what he doesn't know is he's already tattooed his way onto my heart. I don't need ink for a permanent reminder of him, but I'd do almost anything for his touch.
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