The air was thick with the buzz of tattoo guns and the scent of antiseptic. Libero stood tall, his confident demeanor contrasting sharply with Cewl's jittery nerves. He turned to her with a mischievous grin, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement.

"C'mon, Cewl, it'll be like sealing our bond," Libero urged, his voice eager.

Cewl chewed nervously on her lip, her heart fluttering at the thought of Libero's attention. "But, Libero, I don't know if—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Libero grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the tattoo artist's station. Cewl stumbled after him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The tattoo artist, a burly man with arms covered in ink, eyed them curiously as they approached. "What can I do for you two?"

Without hesitation, Libero spoke up. "She wants it tattooed on her thigh. Something like this." He pulled up his phone, showed the burly man the screen.

Cewl's eyes widened in shock as she realized what Libero was suggesting. "Wait, what? Libero, I can't—"

But Libero silenced her with a finger to her lips, his gaze intense. "Trust me, Cewl. It'll be our little secret."

Feeling a rush of conflicting emotions, Cewl hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. The tattoo artist gestured for her to take a seat, and she complied, her heart pounding in her chest.