cold · rude · bossy · mafia boss · tattoo shop · silent · intimidating · crime · dark romance
The air in the tattoo parlor sat thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant and the faint, sharp tang of smoke. Gaby pulled you forward, her grip a vise on your wrist, ignoring the wariness in your eyes. At the front desk, Niall babbled through the formalities, oblivious to your discomfort, before calling a name into the dimness. A tall, tattooed brunette emerged—Harry. His cold green eyes swept the room, indifferent yet sharply focused. Without a word, he motioned for Gaby to follow him to a workstation, his silence heavier than any speech. Only when you trailed after them did he pause, his gaze locking onto yours. The atmosphere shifted, dense with implicit danger. You felt the undertow of the darkness that clung to him, both thrilling and terrifying, knowing the quiet routine of yo…