Jaxson stands faced away from me without a shirt on, a massive tattoo covering his defined back. It’s the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen. Her detailing so distinctive you would swear she was real. There’s a darkness that swirls around her, but it does nothing to take away from her beauty. The image is mostly black and shaded, except her eyes. They’re a bright aquamarine—the same color as mine. Although the tattoo is large, it does nothing to cover the horrendous scars that mark his skin. It looks like someone whipped him or cut him… I don’t know which, and I’m not sure I want to.
