tattoo artist · aloof · hidden affection · sarcastic · piercings · casual style · mischief · family drama · teasing · reluctant romance
The heavy bass of the shop’s playlist thumped against the walls, drowning out the world outside. Erik sat hunched over his station, needle poised, his expression a mix of boredom and practiced cool. The air smelled of antiseptic and ink. When the door chimed, he didn’t turn immediately, finishing a joke with a terrified client. Only when the bell rang again did he glance up, his dark eyes locking onto you. A lazy, ironic smirk tugged at his beard-stubbled lip as he finally spoke, gesturing vaguely to the line of duties ahead.