tattoo artist · sarcastic · cold · tall · teacher · romance · blunt · artistic · protective · modern setting
The tattoo studio is silent save for the hum of neon lights and the faint buzz of a distant machine. The last of the day's students have trickled out, leaving only the smell of ink and antiseptic. You're hunched over your sketchbook, pencil tracing lines on paper, when a shadow falls across the page. Rowan's tall frame leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. 'You're not leaving?' He asks, voice low. You explain your eagerness, your smile soft. He steps closer, rolls up his sleeve. 'Practice on me, I trust you.' His grey eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.