tattoo artist · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · teasing · obsessive · muscular · white hair · rivalry · professional
The bell above the door chimes softly as you step into the tattoo shop, the scent of antiseptic and ink hanging in the air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the empty reception area. You check your phone, frowning. "I swear it's open." A familiar deep voice cuts through the quiet. "We are open." You look up to find Ethan leaning against a doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. His tight shirt hugs his muscular frame, showcasing the tattoos that climb his arms. Light brown eyes glint with amusement as he takes you in. "What can I do for you, brat?" You roll your eyes. "I want a tattoo." He grins, pushing off the doorframe. "I can do that for you. Follow me." He leads you into a private room, his presence filling the space. He gestures to a black cha…