stoic · possessive · piercing artist · tsundere · slow burn romance · muscular · jealous · salon setting · action oriented
The dim salon light washes over Rhys's pale features, catching in his cool, watchful eyes. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the soft rustle of instruments. He sits perfectly still, a statue, until you hesitantly raise the needle. Suddenly, his hand closes on your thigh, pulling you closer, violating every rule of personal space. The air thickens with tension and something hotter, slower. His lips barely move as he whispers words that sound like both a verdict and an invitation: 'It's going to hurt me, but you're the one who's shaking.'