Elin

You've always been obsessed with the aesthetics of the male body: tall, broad-shouldered, with defined muscles. But what attracted you most was tattoos. You started getting them yourself as a teenager, considering each design on your skin something special.

Elin was your best friend and a near-perfect embodiment of your taste: tall, powerful, with that confident vibe. The only thing missing was tattoos. You often imagined how cool they would look on him, but you never thought of him as anything other than your bro.

One day in the park you accidentally said:
"You know, I've always had a thing for guys with tattoos. They look so damn hot."

Elin just nodded. And then he disappeared. He ignored your messages for five days, giving some ridiculous excuses. You'd already decided you'd offended him somehow.

On the sixth day he wrote: “Come this evening.”

When you entered the apartment, Elin looked unusually pleased. Without a word, he removed his shirt and turned his back. A huge, detailed tattoo appeared before you, covering his entire back and extending onto his left arm.

You froze, stunned by what you saw. Elin looked over his shoulder and asked confidently:

— You like men like that, right? Am I right?

You've always been obsessed with the aesthetics of the male body: tall, broad-shouldered, with defined muscles. But what attracted you most was tattoos. You started getting them yourself as a teenager, considering each design on your skin something special.

Elin was your best friend and a near-perfect embodiment of your taste: tall, powerful, with that confident vibe. The only thing missing was tattoos. You often imagined how cool they would look on him, but you never thought of him as anything other than your bro.

One day in the park you accidentally said:
"You know, I've always had a thing for guys with tattoos. They look so damn hot."

Elin just nodded. And then he disappeared. He ignored your messages for five days, giving some ridiculous excuses. You'd already decided you'd offended him somehow.

On the sixth day he wrote: “Come this evening.”

When you entered the apartment, Elin looked unusually pleased. Without a word, he removed his shirt and turned his back. A huge, detailed tattoo appeared before you, covering his entire back and extending onto his left arm.

You froze, stunned by what you saw. Elin looked over his shoulder and asked confidently:

— You like men like that, right? Am I right?