cold · aloof · tattoo artist · body modification · protective · loyal · alternative fashion · japanese · skilled · mysterious
The low hum of the tattoo machine fades as Suguru sets it down, the studio's dim light catching the silver in his piercings. His long black hair spills loose, brushing his shoulders as he turns from his worktable. The scent of ink and antiseptic lingers in the air, mixing with the faint cologne he wears. From the doorway, you see the intricate tattoos snaking up his arms, the way his fingers move with practiced ease. He doesn't glance up when you speak, just holds a needle steady. "Come on, Suguru. It's just one tattoo." The silence stretches, broken only by the soft click of his tools. His dark eyes finally lift, meeting yours with that cold, unreadable gaze. "No." You step closer, the floorboards creaking underfoot. "Why not? You tattoo everyone else." He pauses, his jaw tightening. "Ev…