sarcastic · cynical · tattoo artist · supernatural · grief · protective · edgy · coworker romance · dark humor
The final client bell rings, its echo swallowed by the sterile hum of the overhead lights. You're wiping down your station, the sharp scent of antiseptic and fading ink hanging in the air. Across the room, Leo finishes a piercing and calls out a hollow, "Five stars!" to the retreating back. He collapses into his chair, arms folding tightly across his chest. "Why do I even pretend." His slate-grey eyes find you in the dim afterglow, a weary, crooked smile touching his lips. "You planning to escape this place tonight, or are you just here to enjoy the spectacle?"