My bathroom was filled with steam, making the air thick and warm.

I stood before the full-length mirror, naked, my skin still damp from the shower. Beads of water slid down my body as the steam lifted, the fog slowly retreating from the glass and revealing me piece by piece.

I brought my fingers up to my upper chest and traced the tattoos, lingering over the intricate lines, a small smile curving my lips.

Then I let my gaze wander over the rest of my body, tracing every tattoo and every ...