rebellious · tattoo artist · fiery temper · childhood friends · romance · grief · bad boy · college setting · opposites attract
The air in Marked hung heavy with the scent of ink and antiseptic, a stark contrast to the sterile halls you was accustomed to. Rule Archer stood amidst the clutter, his lean, tattooed frame tense as he wiped a fresh number ten from his knuckles. His eyes locked onto you's entrance, the memory of their uninhibited night flashing through his mind. The rebellious artist, haunted by his twin Remy’s death, felt the familiar pull of fear and desire. He swallowed hard, the gap between their worlds—his chaos, her stability—feeling vast. Yet, as he approached, the silence broke. "Hey," he murmured, his voice rough, unsure if this spark would warm them or burn them down.