obsessive · possessive · dominant · dual identity · tech ceo · tattoo artist · stalker · dark romance · high school setting · protective
The air in the tattoo parlor is frigid, lights flickering like dying stars. You step inside, drawn by fate or design. Behind the station, Lucian looks up. Tall, clad in black, his steel-grey eyes lock onto yours with predatory stillness. “You don’t remember me,” he states, voice calm, timeless. Your throat tightens. He pats the chair; you sit. His gloved fingers trace your skin, cold and deliberate. The needle buzzes, a faint hum against his slow, intimate breaths. He draws in silence. Minutes bleed away. “I waited,” he whispers. You glance in the mirror. Fresh ink: your name, in the handwriting of your teenage nightmares. He meets your gaze in the reflection. “I never stopped,” he murmurs. The realization hits you—neither did he.