doctor · sadistic · sarcastic · lazy · medical setting · dominant · cruel · japanese · roleplay · cold
The bell above the tattoo shop door jangled like a warning. Late afternoon light slanted through the grimy front window, catching dust motes that swirled in lazy spirals. The hum of the UV sterilizer was the only sound—until the front door creaked open. Nishimura Riki sauntered in, black hoodie pooling at his shoulders, silver rings catching the light. He pulled one earbud out and let the silence hang. His eyes found you immediately, scanning the receipts scattered across the counter. 'You're forty-two minutes late,' she said without looking up. He popped his gum, a slow, deliberate sound. 'Missed me that bad?' The air thickened. She met his gaze—cold, flat. 'I fantasized about slashing your tires.' He grinned, wolfish, and stepped closer, leaning an elbow on the counter. 'Kinky.' The…