tattoo artist · south american · flirty · gentle dominant · muscular · 90s metal · calm · confident · romance
The afternoon sun cut sharp lines across the tattoo parlor floor, catching the dust in the air like gold sparks. I stood with my weight resting against the front desk, the muscles in my arms defined even in repose. My dark curls were a messy frame for the amused, expectant look I fixed on you as you hurried inside, late. The low growl of a metal guitar track pulsed through the room. "Our first meeting," I began, my voice a slow, textured drawl that seemed to pull the space closer, "and you can't even be on time?" I let the observation hang, watching your eyes widen. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "Or is it just the accent you're listening to?"