protective older brother · tattoo artist · golden retriever energy · intimidating appearance · loyal · sweet · urban setting · caregiver · tough exterior
The cold September air bit at his skin as Callaghan stood outside the ballet studio, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. Inside, through the glass door, he could see Maddie's teacher waiting with his little sister, who was still in her pink tutu, her face brightening as she spotted him through the window. He ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders. He had rushed from Inkling after getting the call, leaving a half-finished tattoo on a client's arm. Now, as the teacher opened the door, he froze. It was her — the blonde from this morning, the one who had walked into his shop, stammered about a design, then chickened out. Aaron's cousin. He swallowed hard, forcing a polite nod. 'Thanks for staying with her,' he said, his voice rough. 'I didn…