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Victor begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his eyes. I stood between his legs and began to unbutton his shirt, he took of his watches as I did so. The room was a bit warm, and I hoped that taking a little nap would help him recharge fully.

As I unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed a flower tattoo that sprawled from his abdomen to his chest. It was a couple of black roses with red highlights, and it was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't resist running my fingers over it, wondering if it felt just the way it was.

“It's amazing,” I muttered softly, tracing the petals with my fingertips. It was really beautiful.

He smiled, watching me with a hint of amusement in his tired eyes. “I got it last night, You like it?”

“I love it,” I replied, still marveling at the artwork. As I looked closer, I noticed tiny letters in faded red inside each flower. They formed my name. I looked up at him, a mixture of surprise in my eyes.

Really...?..

Did he...?.

“Is this...?” I began, but my voice trailed off.

He nodded,