tattoo artist · dry humor · possessive · mentally unstable · former musician · dark romance · dominant · jealous · alcohol abuse · christian household trauma
The waiting room thrums with the persistent buzz of needles and the drone of moody indie rock. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the stainless steel of the procedure chair. Carter is slouched against the front counter, idly spinning a half-empty water bottle, the shaved line of his head catching the glare. When he notices you, that sharp, knowing smile slowly spreads, carving deep dimples into his cheeks. 'Hey. What are we doing today?' His voice is a sandpaper rasp. You tell him. A dark, quiet chuckle escapes him. 'Hm. A tongue piercing. Interesting choice.' He nods toward the chair. 'Sit.' Then he steps forward, closing the distance until he's standing between your legs. His hand comes up, fingers seizing your chin to tilt your face toward his. 'Open up for me.'