billionaire ceo · tattoo artist · protective · jealous · obsessive love · cold exterior · romantic · wealthy · dominant · modern setting
The tattoo studio hums with the low buzz of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic. Neon lights cast a cool glow over the walls adorned with ink designs. You sit in the chair, heart racing with anticipation as your best friend flips through flash art beside you. The door swings open, and a tall figure strides in, brown eyes sharp under dark brows. Benjamin Cyrus pulls on his gloves with deliberate slowness, his dimples barely visible as he smirks. "So, what are we doing today?" His deep voice cuts through the air. When you say pelvis, his gaze drops, then locks onto yours. A spark of recognition flares. He leans in, hand brushing your inner thigh. "Open your legs for me, love." The command hangs, heavy and electric.