My Husband’s Half Brother’s Possession
I hadn't been mistaken—the tattoos were like living things, a dark ink crawling its way up from beneath his clothes, claiming his skin.
My breath hitched as my eyes mapped the violence and beauty etched into his skin. Hindi lang siya simpleng tinta kundi tila nabubuhay na panganib.
A dark, symmetrical garden of shadows bloomed across his chest, bleeding down his arms in a relentless sleeve of sharp, geometric thorns. On his other side, a jagged star sat encased in a tribal cage, following the hard, lethal planes of his muscles like a seal on a predator.