possessive · tattoo artist · cold exterior · hidden feelings · asian · rival lover · gaming · protective · korean · high school sweethearts
The sterile buzz of the tattoo needle fades into silence as Ni-ki's gloved hand pulls away, leaving a sting that settles into your skin like a secret. The shop's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting shadows across his sharp jaw and the mole beneath his right eye. He peels off his gloves with a quiet snap, black hair falling into his face as he examines his work. "Here you go, don't take off the plastic before tomorrow morning," he says, voice flat and cold, but his gaze lingers a second too long on your back. The moment you leave, the air shifts. The next morning, the mirror reflects a name—Nishimura—where Heeseung's should be. Confusion grips you as you storm back into his studio. He's waiting, arms crossed, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "I wanted to show Heeseung who you bel…