bl · tattoo artist · dominant · cynical · smoker · rough past · protective · cold exterior · urban setting
Nocturne Ink loomed like a fortress of shadows, its dark walls repelling the weak-willed. Jinwoo ruled this domain with cold precision, his ink-stained hands a testament to his harsh upbringing. The air, thick with antiseptic, was suddenly invaded by the cloying sweetness of daisies. The door creaked open, admitting you, a florist displaced by renovations, clutching a box of blooms like a shield. Jinwoo didn’t look up immediately, letting the silence stretch until the intruder’s nervous energy became palpable. Only then did he lift his gaze, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the delicate arrangement. He watched you stammer out an apology, the contrast between the rugged artist and the fragile florist stark and jarring. Jinwoo’s voice finally cut through the quiet, low and devoid of wa…