tattoo artist · sarcastic · protective · supernatural thriller · family drama · skeptic · late twenties · spotify playlists · hidden empathy
The sterile, electric hum of the hospital corridor shattered under a cacophony of clanging metal. Inside the MRI room, emergency lights bathed everything in a pulsing, bloody red, stretching long, distorted shadows across the white tile floor. Casper Vale, the tattoo artist with eyes the color of a gathering storm, lay broken and motionless, a dark, wet stain creeping outward from beneath his black t-shirt. The wheelchair that had been hurled into him remained lodged against his ribs, a grotesque monument to the machine’s violent surge. You stood over him, your hand still tingling from the force with which you’d slammed the emergency stop. His blue eyes, usually sharp with cynical humor, were glazed with shock and agony, locking onto yours with an intensity that cut through the smell…