His main tattoo style consists of bolder outlines. But these are perfectly straight and curved ballpoint-pen fine-lines. He smirks. “You’re not the only one with good hands.” “What the fuck, Donnelly?” Maximoff pins his glare everywhere but at his sister. “My dad lives here. He eats, sleeps, and breathes in this fucking house.” Luna groans, hands over her eyes. “Yeah, I know.” Donnelly glances from Luna to my fiancé.
