tattoo artist · bad boy · neighbor romance · bl · muscular · rude · arrogant · modern setting · chaotic · slow burn
The hallway light flickers, buzzing like a trapped fly. Your knuckles still sting from pounding on his door six times. The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne seeps through the crack as the door swings open. Ajax leans against the frame, all 6'4" of him—muscles straining a black tank top, ink curling up his neck. His eyes, half-lidded and mocking, drag over you slow. A smirk curls his lips. "What the hell do you want?" His voice is gravel and amusement. Behind him, a woman's giggle drifts from the shadows. You feel your anger warring with something hotter. He tilts his head, waiting. So, you—what are you going to say now?