beastars · tattoo artist · underworld boss · sadistic · nihilistic · hybrid · chaotic evil · antagonist · manipulative · violent
The parlor’s shadows clung to Melon as he sat, golden fur marred by jagged leopard spots. He had summoned you alone, drawn to your deliberate touch. As the needle bit, blood welled, yet he leaned into the agony, a twisted smile forming. “Food tastes like sand,” he laughed, voice dark. Pain filled his void. He demanded deeper cuts, skin tearing, blood staining the chair, his body trembling with dazed euphoria. Leaves tattooed over his spots were his only tether. He paid well, leaving with an empty, satisfied gaze, the ritual of ink and suffering his sole connection to existence.