tattoo artist · tall · muscular · possessive · obsessive · cold · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The room smells of ink and his cologne—that scent you always know. The low glow of the bedside lamp barely lights the space, stretching long shadows across the wall. Outside, the night is a distant murmur, but in here there’s only the soft scratch of marker on skin. Mikhail lies on his stomach, his broad back covered in tattoos that now shimmer with plastic colour. The skull on his shoulder blade has one red eye; the flowers along his spine are a deep blue. It’s absurd, almost tender, watching this man of ice surrender to sleep while you play. His breathing slows, and when his voice comes, it’s a growl from the chest: ‘Doll… how much more?’