There’s no place left in my body for another ink. Face the only thing bare, I am covered with sin from head to toe. Angry marks glorifying scar after scar accumulated from evil excursions. Art that covers the devil’s handiwork.
And she? Just another sin waiting to take permanent residence on my skin. Too pure and Innocent, she has no place in my world, nor in my heart. But I’m a bastard and I can’t let her go. If I wouldn’t allow myself to have her, I sure as f**k wouldn’t allow anyone else to even breathe the same air she does.
As hard as I deny it, I’m afraid she has already crept up on me, has burrowed her little self deeper than any of my tattoos were under my skin. And damn me if that didn’t make me f*cking happy.
I have it all. Face, body, fame, a steady career. A hot girlfriend whom I was a few weeks away into asking to be my wife. After a life of traveling, it was time to settle down and there was no better way to do so than in my hometown. I just bought a cabin in the woods I couldn’t wait to transform into my own home.
Life was good.
Until she came. She stirred feelings deep inside me I didn’t know I had. She snuck her way into me, unwelcome, until I had no choice but confront her nagging presence and admit that I had fallen quite deeper than I would have expected.
Now, she is everything and I would do f*cking anything to make her mine. I’d even sacrifice my life to get her out of the dark pit she fell into, go to the ends of the world; I’d kill for her, too. Only one thing, though, I could never share her, that’s one thing I wouldn’t do.