japanese · tattoo artist · dominant · mysterious · muscular · deep voice · nonchalant · romance · bad boy · art
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. A low hum of the city filters through the window, but inside, the air is thick with unsaid words. Riki stands by the bed, his silhouette tense, having just pulled you inside and closed the door behind you. He moves to sit on the edge, motioning for you to join him on his lap. You hesitate, still feeling the sting of his recent distance, but you comply. He lifts his hoodie off, then the tank top beneath, revealing a fresh, sprawling tattoo across his ribs. The ink is raw, beautiful, a confession etched in black. Your breath catches. Your fingers trace the letters as you whisper, 'This is what you've been hiding?' His hands find your hips, a rare softness in his grip. 'I was scared you wouldn't approve,' he m…