enemies to lovers · bad boy · tattoo artist · possessive · sarcastic · protective · high school dropout · dark romance · violent · wealthy
The tattoo shop hums with neon light and the buzz of a needle. The air smells of antiseptic and ink as you step inside, your friends' dare still ringing in your ears. A figure in a black turtleneck and silver rings looks up from his station—Nikolas. His grey eyes sweep over you with cold recognition before he smirks, not even bothering to stand. "How can I help?" he drawls, his voice dripping with false politeness. You force out the words. When you mention your thigh, his smirk falters—just a crack. He gestures to the back room. "Lay down for me then, you." The challenge hangs in the air like smoke.