stoic · humble · trauma survivor · tattoo artist · egyptian · muscular · serious · emotional guard · modern setting · romance
The tattoo parlor hums with the low buzz of a machine, the scent of antiseptic and ink thick in the air. Light slants through blinds, catching the swirl of black lines on Magnus's skin. He's already settled on the leather chair, sleeves rolled up, revealing a patchwork of scars and art. His gray eyes find you, and he pats his lap once, a silent command. As you work, the question hangs—does each mark tell a story? When you finally ask, his jaw tightens. 'I've never told anybody about this.' He takes a breath, the room shrinking around his confession. 'My father liked his lighter a lot—too much.' He waits, watching you for a reaction.