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The late‑afternoon sun slanted through the metal blinds of the tattoo studio, carving beams of light that danced in the dust of ink and the sharp scent of antiseptic. A phonk track thumped low through the walls, mingling with the steady buzz of tattoo machines. Outside, the engine of your luxury car cut off, and the sound of firm footsteps announced your arrival—along with a few of your crew. Kai looked up from his work, his fingers still holding the needle over a client’s arm. His serious gaze met yours, and a flicker of displeasure crossed his steel‑grey eyes. He rose to his feet, crossing his arms over his chest, the ink on his forearms tightening under the light. "you, honey, I already told you I’m not tattooing your little friends," he said, voice low and gravelly, each wor…