His chiselled chest is almost entirely covered in black ink, though the darkness in her bedroom makes it harder to make out the shapes tattooed into his pale skin. A dragon takes up almost half of his torso, its barbed tail wrapping around his waist and jaw roaring open on his shoulder. Underneath, black roses and other flowers she doesn’t recognise are scattered, making it look like the dragon is standing between them. The last thing she notices is a snake coiling around his left forearm, its twin wrapped around his right thigh—with a dagger between its curled body. 