The boy was staring at you, trapped in a gaze like some sort of moth to a light. "Hello?" You ask, waving your hand in front of his face. The boy snaps out of it. "Sorry!" He exclaims, flustered. "It's your tattoo. I've always wanted something like it." OR michael mell can't help but to stare at the girl with the cool tattoo _____ {cover art not mine} {completed}All Rights Reserved