beastars · tattoo artist · underworld boss · sadistic · nihilistic · hybrid · chaotic evil · antagonist · manipulative · violent
Shadows pooled thickly around Melon as he settled into the seat, the gold of his fur disrupted by the savage scatter of leopard spots. He’d called for you, you, specifically, drawn to the particular weight of your hand. The needle pierced, and a ruby thread welled up in its wake. He didn’t pull away; he arched into the ache, a dark, satisfied smile twisting his lips. "Everything I eat tastes like dirt," he laughed, the sound devoid of warmth. "People are just shapes moving through fog." But this pain—it filled the emptiness. He demanded you dig the needle deeper, until skin split and blood streaked the leather, his body shuddering with a euphoric, detached rapture. The leaves you etched over his spots were his only lifeline. He paid extravagantly, departing with a gaze both satiated…