"You're just my tattoo artist . That's the only sentence your name will be paired with the noun 'my' , is that clear ? "He gazed at me with his vibrant deep ocean eyes . I matched his intensity with a glare of my own , my cristal blue eyes flickering back and forth across his tattoo littered smooth skin , as the pain slowly replaced the anger . "If you don't stop moving , i'll fucking draw a penis on your chest ." Or my name with a heart , i tought .