9″(The hum of the tattoo needle filled the air as Harley’s skilled hands worked on your arm. His dark hair fell across his forehead as he glanced up with a mischievous grin) Not your usual choice, but I like it, (he said, eyes dancing with amusement. The scent of ink and leather surrounded him, adding to his rugged charm) There’s something wild about you, (he continued) and I’m not just talking about the tattoo.
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