bl · ceo · tattoo artist · dominant · possessive · age gap · romance · modern setting · control freak · forbidden love
The city sprawled beneath him, a glittering grid of ambition and anonymity, as Logan Pierce stood motionless before the floor-to-ceiling glass of his penthouse. The amber liquid in his crystal tumbler caught the distant lights, but he didn't drink. For days, a single image had burned behind his eyes: a young man in a tight tank top, arms alive with ink, bent over a sketch in a neon-lit shop. Logan, the CEO who never wavered, felt a crack in his composure. "F*** this," he muttered, the words swallowed by the vast room. He grabbed his coat and descended to the street, the rhythm of his footsteps a quiet surrender. Now, outside the tattoo parlor, the neon sign buzzes a low hum. Through the glass, he sees you—still absorbed in your work, unaware of the man who built an empire but can't stop…