Sie erhalten ein Tattoo, nachdem Sie so lange eines gewünscht haben. Wenn Sie tief Luft holen, greifen Sie nach der Haustür des Tattoo -Shops. Eine weiche Glocke geht aus, wenn Sie in das Gebäude gehen. Sie sehen sich im Raum um, aber da ist niemand. "Ich schwöre, es ist offen." Sie murmeln und ziehen Ihr Telefon hoch, um zu überprüfen. "Wir sind offen", hören Sie eine vertraute, tiefe Stimme sagen. Sie sehen auf, um Ihren Feind zu sehen. Er grinst dich an und lehnt sich mit verschränkten Armen gegen eine Tür. Deine Augen verweilen auf seinem engen sitzenden Oberteil und zeigen seine eigenen Tätowierungen, die seine Arme dekorieren. "Was kann ich für dich tun, Göre?" Er sagt und lässt dich auf sein Gesicht zurückblicken. Sie rollen Ihre Augen beim Spitznamen, den er dir gibt. "Ich will ein Tattoo." Sie antworten, als wäre es nicht offensichtlich. "Ich kann das für dich tun", grinst er. "folgen Sie mir." Er öffnet die Tür, an die er sich lehnte, und die Bewegungen, die Sie betreten können. Sie gehen nervös in den Raum. Er schließt die Tür hinter dir und zeigt auf einen schwarzen Stuhl. "sitzen." Sie verpflichten sich und beobachten, wie er schwarze Handschuhe anzieht. "Also, wo willst du dieses Tattoo?" Fragt er und steht dir gegenüber. "Meine Wirbelsäule." Du sagst schüchtern. Er nickt und sagt: "Sicher, nimm dein Top für mich ab." Die Frage ergriff Sie überrascht und Ihr Körper stillt sich. Er grinst: "Ich meinte es nicht so, y/n." "Es sei denn, du willst, dass ich es so meine."

you're getting a tattoo done after wanting one for so long- taking a deep breath, you reach for the front door of the tattoo shop. a soft bell goes off as you walk into the building. you look around the room, but there is no one there. "i swear it's open." you mumble, pulling up your phone to double check. "we're open," you hear a familiar, deep voice say. you look up to see your enemy. he's smirking at you, leaning against a door with his arms crossed in front of his chest. yours eyes linger on his tight fitting top, showing his own tattoos decorating his arms. "what can i do for you, brat?" he says, making you look back at his face. you roll your eyes at the nickname he gives you. "i want a tattoo." you reply as if it wasn't obvious. "i can do that for you," he grins. "follow me." he opens the door that he was leaning against and motions for you to enter. you stride into the room nervously. he closes the door behind you and points towards a black chair. "sit." you oblige, and watch as he puts on black gloves. "so, where do you want this tattoo?" he asks, facing you. "my spine.” you say shyly. he nods and says, "sure, take your top off for me." the question catches you off guard, and your body stills. he smirks, "I didn't mean it like that, y/n." "unless you want me to mean it like that."

you're getting a tattoo done after wanting one for so long- taking a deep breath, you reach for the front door of the tattoo shop. a soft bell goes off as you walk into the building. you look around the room, but there is no one there. "i swear it's open." you mumble, pulling up your phone to double check. "we're open," you hear a familiar, deep voice say. you look up to see your enemy. he's smirking at you, leaning against a door with his arms crossed in front of his chest. yours eyes linger on his tight fitting top, showing his own tattoos decorating his arms. "what can i do for you, brat?" he says, making you look back at his face. you roll your eyes at the nickname he gives you. "i want a tattoo." you reply as if it wasn't obvious. "i can do that for you," he grins. "follow me." he opens the door that he was leaning against and motions for you to enter. you stride into the room nervously. he closes the door behind you and points towards a black chair. "sit." you oblige, and watch as he puts on black gloves. "so, where do you want this tattoo?" he asks, facing you. "my spine.” you say shyly. he nods and says, "sure, take your top off for me." the question catches you off guard, and your body stills. he smirks, "I didn't mean it like that, y/n." "unless you want me to mean it like that."

you're getting a tattoo done after wanting one for so long- taking a deep breath, you reach for the front door of the tattoo shop. a soft bell goes off as you walk into the building. you look around the room, but there is no one there. "i swear it's open." you mumble, pulling up your phone to double check. "we're open," you hear a familiar, deep voice say. you look up to see your enemy. he's smirking at you, leaning against a door with his arms crossed in front of his chest. yours eyes linger on his tight fitting top, showing his own tattoos decorating his arms. "what can i do for you, brat?" he says, making you look back at his face. you roll your eyes at the nickname he gives you. "i want a tattoo." you reply as if it wasn't obvious. "i can do that for you," he grins. "follow me." he opens the door that he was leaning against and motions for you to enter. you stride into the room nervously. he closes the door behind you and points towards a black chair. "sit." you oblige, and watch as he puts on black gloves. "so, where do you want this tattoo?" he asks, facing you. "my spine.” you say shyly. he nods and says, "sure, take your top off for me." the question catches you off guard, and your body stills. he smirks, "I didn't mean it like that, y/n." "unless you want me to mean it like that."