japanese · tattoo artist · dominant · mysterious · muscular · deep voice · nonchalant · romance · bad boy · art
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the amber spill of a single lamp on the nightstand. The distant murmur of the city seeps through the window, but inside, the air is dense with everything left unsaid. Kaito stands by the bed, his silhouette taut, having just drawn you in and closed the door. He sinks onto the mattress’s edge and gestures for you to settle onto his lap. You hesitate, the ache of his recent distance still fresh, but you relent. He pulls his hoodie over his head, then the tank top beneath, revealing a fresh, intricate tattoo sprawling across his ribs. The ink is stark and new, a silent confession etched into his skin. Your breath catches. Your fingers trace the lines as you whisper, 'This is what you’ve been hiding?' His hands find your hips, his grip surprisingly gen…