tattoo artist · bad boy · neighbor romance · bl · muscular · rude · arrogant · modern setting · chaotic · slow burn
The hallway light flickers, buzzing like a dying insect. Your knuckles still ache from pounding six times on his door. The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne bleeds through the gap as it swings open. Kael leans against the frame, all 6'4" of him—muscles taut under a black tank top, ink spiraling up the side of his neck. His eyes, heavy-lidded and mocking, travel over you with deliberate slowness. A smirk plays on his lips. "What the hell do you want?" His voice is gravel and quiet amusement. From the shadows behind him, a faint, feminine laugh drifts out. You feel your fury wrestling with a hotter, more dangerous current. He tilts his head, waiting. So, you—what are you going to say now?