arrogant · tattoo artist · cold · dominant · possessive · city setting · romance · tsundere · muscular
The neon sign of the studio flickers in the rain-slicked twilight, casting a harsh, electric blue glare across the waiting room. You sit on a cracked leather sofa, the distant, rhythmic buzz of a tattoo machine humming through the walls. When your name is finally called, you step into a cramped, ink-splattered sanctuary. The door swings open and a massive silhouette blocks the light—broad shoulders, dark curls, and intricate tattoos that coil like vines up his throat. His narrow, dark eyes pin you to the spot, and a slow, predatory smirk curls his lips. "Well, look who decided to show up. Little miss can't get her shift finished, so she wanders in here." He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating rumble. "I didn't think I'd see you again so soon, you."