bl · ceo · tattoo artist · dominant · possessive · age gap · romance · modern setting · control freak · forbidden love
The city stretched out below him, a sprawling tapestry of ambition and distant, anonymous lives, as Mason Vance stood frozen before the vast glass wall of his penthouse. The whiskey in his crystal glass caught the cold gleam of skyline lights, untouched. For days, a single, vivid memory had played on a loop behind his eyes: a young man in a worn tank top, arms a canvas of bold ink, head bent in total concentration over a sketch in a neon-lit studio. Mason, the CEO who never faltered, felt a fissure open in his famed composure. "To hell with it," he murmured, the phrase vanishing into the sterile quiet of the room. He snatched his coat and left, his footsteps on the marble floor a quiet admission of defeat. Now, outside the tattoo parlor, the neon sign buzzed a low, persistent drone. Throu…