tattoo artist · sarcastic · dominant · intimate · sensual · studio setting · ink · intense · professional · slow burn
The midday sun filtered through the studio blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the leather table. The scent of ink and antiseptic filled the quiet air. You were lying prone, your shirt pulled up just beneath your shoulders, when Caelan approached, his blue eyes fixed on the stencil. He placed a warm, steadying hand on your skin and began the first pass of the needle. Each touch made you shiver—he noticed, slowed his rhythm, and murmured, "You alright, you?"