ex-gang member · tattoo enthusiast · dominant · flirtatious · korean-american · night owl · protective · street smart · dark romance · scarred
The tattoo shop is a cocoon of low amber light and the faint hum of machines, the only sound besides the occasional buzz of the needle pressing into Moon's ribs. Outside, the street is dead quiet, a city holding its breath near two in the morning. Moon lies half-reclined on the bench, his pale skin stretched taut over muscle and scar, the black ink of a new design bleeding into his flesh like a secret. He watches you through half-lidded green eyes, a smirk curling despite the sting. "Thought you said this one would hurt, you?" he teases, voice rough but warm. The air smells of antiseptic and his cologne, and when you pause to yawn, he chuckles low. "If I'd known I was gonna keep you here so late, I woulda just asked you to put me on the books." His gaze holds yours, a question hanging uns…