Romans & histoires Heartless Neck Tattoo

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face. I sighed and lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing the black dragon tattoo inked deep into my skin—the symbol of The Ghost. The mark that made nations tremble. The emblem that ensured every enemy took their final breath in fear. The man’s eyes widened in shock. The room gasped collectively. “I—I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered. I smiled sweetly, stepped closer, and before he could blink— CRACK. His neck snapped between my fingers like it was made of thin wood.

Nile caught the kiss mid air and threw it on the ground and stump on it, I couldn't help my smile, this is another group of chaotic friends, “Sweetheart I'm here don't forget me” The one laying down yelled and I was surprised he's the only one with a red hair, but with a mysterious tattoo on his neck, they all have mysterious tattoos on their body, but others have black but this one is the only one with a red hair “Ehhh, what's your name?” I asked “You can call me Venom, I'm Nile's one and only cousin” I smile and wave at him “Enough guys, Amy needs to rest, see you all tomorrow”

I'm not feeling any pain, but my heart is just beating faster than usual and I know why. I shut my eyes and bite my lower lips then pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How can someone be so hot!" I muttered to myself. I'm not even sure I'd be able to show my face in front of him again after what I saw. I felt this urge to hug him but I'm fuckin going crazy. I did also notice that he has a black heart tattoo on his chest. I looked down at the jacket I'm holding then I smiled and hugged it tight.

MOONMARK INK is etched in bold, faded letters next to it. A blue neon OPEN sign flickers in the large glass window. And because I can’t see through the glass, I have no idea how many people might be inside. I take a few deep breaths, steadying myself before pulling a handful of papers from my bag that have different sizes of the same tattoo design etched on them. A bleeding heart. Just enough detail to mask the faint red tint of the mark without drawing attention. Squaring my shoulders, I walk toward the shop and push open the door.

Strange tattoo but I felt a urge to trail my fingers on it and nibble on the heart tattoo. I let my fingers move to his chest and when I touched it his breathing turned labored. I took it further pressing my lips to his tattoo mark, licking and bite a bit and he whipped his head backwards.“No more heart break. Yours is broken but mine is strong enough for us both.” I say to his mark like I was conversing to a real human. “Fuck! I can't hold on any longer please let me get inside of you or else I'll run crazy.” he spoke hoarsely.

That’s when I spotted something else that made my breath hitch. A tattoo. I had glimpsed it once before when he stretched during a hockey game, but I hadn’t thought much of it then. Now I could see it clearly in the soft light. It ran along his ribs, just below his heart, I traced the letter slowly. First words in another language I couldn’t read. Then English: “whatever you are, I’m not afraid. My fingers hovered. This felt too intimate. What if he woke? Before I could pull back, my eyes drifted lower.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

It smells of him and it calms me down immediately, but when I look up and find his shirtless body staring back at me, my jaw drops, and my blood heats. Calm is long forgotten. Rome is ripped and covered in tattoos. He’s always had them, I know. However, it’s more now, and his arms are covered in tattoos, not excessively, but enough. His front is untouched, all except for one that’s directly on his chest, specifically his heart. My heart seems to stop beating when I see the tattoo. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band. It’s exactly like mine, only bigger. I stare at it with an open mouth.

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."