His Tattoos

He just came out from jail for drugs and alcohol. I never even saw nor touched such vile things. He was a badass. I was the goody-two-shoes. He was a lion. I was a lamb. He was a handsome womanizer. I was a simple pure virgin. He curses like a sailor. I never have cursed in my life. He was the devil. I was his victim. He had gazillion tattoos. I was strongly afraid of needles. Complete and utter opposites. Then tell me how did I end up falling in love with this dangerous gang member? (More brief description in the story)