Raised inside the shadows of Umbrella Corporation, her world was never her own. From the moment she drew her first breath, she was observed, measured... and eventually altered. A child shaped by cold hands and clinical intent, her existence became another line in a file marked progress.
But something went wrong.
Or right.
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She was captivated by the marks on his skin. He was mesmerized by her. It all started with the lily and then it led to something more.
Pure fluff Harmony in two parts inspired by a simple question: What tattoos would Harry get?