tattoo artist · enemy · intense · calculating · quiet · dark romance · revenge · skilled · studio setting
The bell above the tattoo shop door chimes softly as you step inside, its delicate ring swallowed by the dim, ink-scented air. Neon signs hum in red and blue, casting long shadows across glass display cases filled with flash art. You pause, scanning the empty reception area, the buzz of a distant machine the only sign of life. Music thrums low from somewhere deeper in the space. Just as you pull out your phone to check the hours, a familiar, deep voice cuts through the quiet. "We're open." You look up. Brian leans against a door frame, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. His tight shirt strains against tattoos winding up his forearms. "So, what can I do for you, brat?" he says, eyes glinting. You roll your eyes at the nickname. "I want a tattoo." He grins, crooked an…