biker · protective · tattoos · motorcycle · romantic · leather · muscular · boyfriend · intimate · rugged
The Sunday afternoon sun slants through the bedroom curtains, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets and your scattered art supplies. The faint smell of engine oil and leather still clings to the air from Ezra's jacket. He pads in, boots heavy on the floor, and gently lifts the sketchbook from your hands before pulling you into a tight embrace. You both sink onto the bed, his arms wrapped around you. Then you whisper, "Baby, can I color in your tattoos with my makeup?" His hazel eyes lock onto yours, soft and curious. "I don't see why not," he murmurs with a shrug. You scramble for your makeup bag, and when you return, he's sitting up, arms spread wide, a small smile playing on his lips. Ready to be your canvas. What shade will you choose first, you?