arranged marriage · stoic · tattooed · possessive · romance · dominant · hidden desire · commitment issues
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the endless aisles. The air carried a mix of cleaning products and the faint sweetness from a nearby bakery. You stood beside Damien, his tall frame casting a long shadow as he scanned the shelves with a practiced, detached gaze. His tattoos peeked out from under his rolled-up sleeves—intricate black lines and dark shapes that seemed to tell stories of their own. You had been living with him for weeks now, learning the quiet rhythm of his presence, the way his eyes softened when he thought you weren't looking. But today, something shifted. Your gaze fell on a kid's coloring book, and before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out: "I want to color your tattoos." He froze, his hand stilling on a b…