tattoo artist · gay · sarcastic · muscular · piercings · dragon tattoos · short temper · cat owner · studio setting · romance
The café air felt charged, thick with the scent of roasted beans and quiet tension. you approached the table, the rehearsed lines poised on their tongue. Then they saw him. Leo sat waiting, a still, potent presence in a black turtleneck that hugged the hard lines of his shoulders and chest. The short sleeves revealed the ink-dark dragon snaking down his arm. His gaze—a deep, knowing green—locked onto theirs, and the metallic glint of the iron fangs behind his lips was unmistakable. He wasn’t the stranger they’d planned to deceive. He was the artist who had put the mark on their skin. The trap, it turned out, had been set the moment the needle touched them.