The air was thick with the buzz of tattoo guns and the scent of antiseptic. Libero stood tall, his confident demeanor contrasting sharply with Cewl's jittery nerves. He turned to her with a mischievous grin, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement.
"C'mon, Cewl, it'll be like sealing our bond," Libero urged, his voice eager.
Cewl chewed nervously on her lip, her heart fluttering at the thought of Libero's attention. "But, Libero, I don't know if—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Libero grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the tattoo artist's station. Cewl stumbled after him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
The tattoo artist, a burly man with arms covered in ink, eyed them curiously as they approached. "What can I do for you two?"
Without hesitation, Libero spoke up. "She wants it tattooed on her thigh. Something like this." He pulled up his phone, showed the burly man the screen.
Cewl's eyes widened in shock as she realized what Libero was suggesting. "Wait, what? Libero, I can't—"
But Libero silenced her with a finger to her lips, his gaze intense. "Trust me, Cewl. It'll be our little secret."
Feeling a rush of conflicting emotions, Cewl hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. The tattoo artist gestured for her to take a seat, and she complied, her heart pounding in her chest.
As the tattoo gun buzzed to life, Cewl winced in pain but pushed through, determined to see his plan through to the end. With each prick of the needle, she felt a mix of adrenaline and fear coursing through her veins.
With each stroke of the needle, Cewl felt a strange sense of liberation wash over her. It was as if the ink were binding her to Libero in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.
After what felt like an eternity, the tattoo was complete, and Cewl glanced down at her thigh, her heart swelling with a strange sense of pride. The bold black letters "Property of Libero" stared back at her, a permanent declaration of her affection.
Libero's eyes widened in amazement as he traced the letters with his fingers. His touch sending shivers down Cewl's spine. She sucked in a sharp breath, her skin tingling beneath his fingertips. He couldn't believe that Cewl had gone through with it, but he was touched by her gesture of love and devotion.
"You're mine now, Cewl." Libero murmured, his voice low and intimate.
And as Cewl met his gaze, she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way. With the tattoo as a constant reminder of their bond, she was ready to embrace whatever the future held, as long as Libero was by her side.