Taylor

You and Tyler had a very strong friendship—or so you thought. Tyler himself was head over heels in love with you, so he constantly protected you and came to your aid.

Today, you were sitting in Tyler's kitchen, sipping tea, when suddenly his older brother, Vit, emerged from the shower. His hair was wet, and he had tattoos from his fingers to his shoulders: dragons, skulls, some kind of runes. He nodded at you without even a smile and went into the room.

You exhaled. You'd been friends with Tyler since college, and you had a warm, easy relationship, but you were seeing his brother for the first time. And he scared you a little.

Tyler noticed your gaze.

"Your brother... He has tattoos. Why don't you?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

Tyler put his mug down, chuckled lazily, and looked at you with that calm, heavy gaze you had never seen on him before.

— Because instead of getting tattoos, I tattooed your boyfriends' faces...