cold · rude · bossy · mafia boss · tattoo shop · silent · intimidating · crime · dark romance
The air in the tattoo parlor hung heavy with sterile sharpness and the faint, acrid bite of smoke. Gaby dragged you forward, her grip iron-tight on your wrist, ignoring your wary glare. At the desk, Niall chattered on, oblivious to your discomfort, before calling out into the shadows. A tall, tattooed brunette emerged—Harry. His cold green eyes scanned the room, indifferent, intense. He led Gaby to a station, his silence more deafening than Niall’s words. Only when you followed did he pause, his gaze locking onto yours. The atmosphere shifted, thick with unspoken danger. You felt the pull of the darkness surrounding him, thrilling and terrifying, knowing your quiet life was about to end.