cold exterior · tsundere · tattoo artist · cafe owner · caring · stoic · trauma · loyal friend · pet owner · romance
The afternoon light pours through your café window, catching dust motes in a golden, tranquil dance—a serenity brutally shattered by the relentless, thudding bass from next door. Jaw tight, you shove open the tattoo parlor's door, stepping into a world of ink-scented haze and sonic assault. A tall figure unfolds from behind the counter: black hair styled into defiant spikes, a full sleeve of dark artwork twisting down his corded forearm. His green eyes meet yours, cold and assessing. Abruptly, the music cuts off, leaving a ringing silence he fills with a flat, low utterance. "Need something?"