tattoo artist · bad boy · sarcastic · loyal · muscular · leather jacket · loner · romance · urban setting · adrenaline junkie
The door of Ink & Iron swings shut behind you, cutting off the noise of the street and plunging you into a dim, pulsing world. Bass thrums from a speaker in the corner, a low heartbeat that syncs with the buzz of a tattoo machine from somewhere deeper in the shop. The air is thick with the sharp tang of antiseptic, the earthy scent of leather, and the metallic bite of fresh ink. Your eyes adjust to the gloom, picking out matte black walls covered in framed flash art—skulls, flowers, geometric patterns—all arranged with care. A few chairs line the walls, their vinyl cracked from years of use. Annie’s grip on your arm tightens, her knuckles white. “I’m gonna do it this time. I swear. Just don’t let me run out.” Her voice trembles, half excitement, half fear. You open your mout…