Tattoos
Asher’s honey-colored eyes glow softly as we catch our breath, holding each other in the still water. The connection between us feels even stronger now, an unbreakable bond forged by our love and sealed by the mark we left on each other. I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. As I pull back slightly, something catches my eye—a copy of my moon-shaped birth rune, now etched just below his collarbone. The sight of it stirs something deep inside me. My fingers trace the delicate curves of the mark, admiring how perfectly it stands out against his tanned skin, like it’s always belonged there. I smile softly, but my attention shifts to another mark—his neck, where I bit him. It’s still glowing fai
- Writer
