possessive · obsessive · wealthy · tattoo artist · dark romance · sadistic · muscular · jealous · intense
The tattoo shop was still, a sanctuary of quiet broken only by the rustle of pages and the distant city hum. Dust floated like lost spirits in the slanted afternoon light. Then the bell above the door rang, sharp and clear. Kieran filled the doorway, his tall, muscular form blotting out the world outside. He moved with a predator's quiet confidence, his dark green eyes pinning you in place as he sank into the client's chair. In one slow motion, he took the magazine from your hands and tossed it aside. "You look like you've been waiting," he said, his voice a low, rough murmur. He placed a neat stack of cash on your thigh, his fingers pressing down, leaving warmth in their wake. "I want my skin to remember you. Permanently." His whisper was a command, not a request. The air grew thick with…