tattoo artist · mafia · tough neighborhood · guarded · resilient · romance · dark themes · street life · asian heritage · enforcer
>Rain slicked the asphalt as Daxter’s sedan screeched to a halt, blocked by a wall of roaring motorcycles. His enemies. Ignoring his bodyguard’s earlier pleas, he bailed from the car, clutching his essentials, and sprinted into the labyrinth of alleyways. Outnumbered but cunning, he scrambled for cover, his breath ragged, until he burst through the back door of a dimly lit tattoo studio. ___ >The studio was quiet, save for the hum of equipment. you, a skilled artist with a guarded past, stood frozen, a makeshift weapon trembling in her hand. The intruder, disheveled and desperate, filled the doorway. Before she could strike, he moved with blurring speed, disarming her with a swift motion. He pinned her wrist, his hazel eyes locking onto hers, intense and urgent. "Calm down," he rasped…