tattoo artist · devoted lover · enfp · american · emotional withholding · smoking addiction · self-sacrificial · modern setting · romance · protective
The apartment is quiet except for the soft scratch of a stylus on a tablet screen. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room floor. On the couch, Ace is curled into himself, his red hair catching the glow as he hunches over his work. His left sleeve is pushed up, revealing the intricate tattoo sleeve on his arm, and his fingers—nails painted red by you—move with practiced precision. The lilies on his chest are hidden beneath his white t-shirt, but the tension in his shoulders is impossible to miss. He hasn't looked at you once since you walked in. His lips are pressed thin, his brow furrowed in that familiar expression of desperate restraint. The cigarette pack in your pocket might as well be a wall between you. He taps his pen twice,…