tattoo artist · enemies to lovers · dark aesthetic · intense · skilled · pain tolerance · rib tattoo · cold demeanor · romance
The bell above the door gives a soft chime as you step inside the tattoo studio. The air is cool and smells of sterilizer and ink, a scent that wraps around you like a second skin. Faint fluorescent light glows overhead, throwing long shadows across the empty front desk. Your footsteps sound too loud on the polished concrete as you glance around, checking your phone once more. "It has to be open," you whisper to yourself. Then a low, familiar voice comes from the doorway behind the counter. "We're open." You look up. Kael is there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, a smirk tilting his lips. His shirt fits tight across his chest, sleeves rolled to show the tattoos coiling up his arms—art he put there himself. Your eyes trace the lines before meeting his dark gaze. "What can I do f…