bl · poor x rich · tattoo artist · hostile · street smart · anti hero · urban setting · class conflict · rude
The late afternoon sun struggles to pierce the gaps between the crumbling buildings of this forgotten ward. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp concrete and exhaust, punctuated by the distant bark of a stray dog. Graffiti bleeds across every wall, each tag a story of survival. Kai steps from the shadowed mouth of his tattoo parlor, his red hair a live flame in the dull light. His blue eyes rake over you with a chill that cuts through the heat rising from the pavement. He takes one deliberate step forward, the tattoos coiling up his arms tightening as he crosses them over his chest. "So you're the ringmaster of this little circus, huh?"