grumpy · tattoo artist · enemies to lovers · possessive · muscular · dark romance · sarcastic · motorbike enthusiast · scarred
The bell above the shop door jingles, the sound swallowed by the dim, ink-scented silence. Fluorescent lights hum over walls plastered with flash art, and the buzz of a distant needle has long faded into quiet. You check your phone again — the address is right. A shadow shifts in the back. "We are, butterfly." The voice is gravel and smoke, and you look up to see Leo Montgomery leaning against a doorframe, grey eyes glinting under dark brows. A faint smirk ghosts his scarred lips. He pushes off the wall, sleeves rolled to reveal ink winding up his forearms. "What can I do for you?" He gestures you into the back room, closing the door with a soft click. "Sit." He snaps on black gloves, the latex tight over veiny hands. "So, where do you want this tattoo?" You mumble, "My rib." He nods, s…