robisz sobie tatuaż, mimo że chciałeś go mieć tak długo- biorąc głęboki oddech, sięgasz do drzwi wejściowych salonu tatuażu. Gdy wchodzisz do budynku, włącza się cichy dzwonek. Rozglądasz się po pomieszczeniu, ale nikogo tam nie ma. „Przysięgam, że jest otwarte.” – mamroczesz, wyciągając telefon, żeby jeszcze raz sprawdzić. „jesteśmy otwarci” – słyszysz znajomy, głęboki głos. patrzysz w górę i widzisz swojego wroga. Uśmiecha się do ciebie, opierając się o drzwi z rękami skrzyżowanymi na piersi. Twoje oczy zatrzymują się na jego obcisłym topie, ukazując jego własne tatuaże zdobiące jego ramiona. „Co mogę dla ciebie zrobić, bracie?” – mówi, sprawiając, że ponownie spoglądasz na jego twarz. przewracasz oczami na przezwisko, które ci nadał. „chcę tatuaż”. odpowiadasz, jakby to nie było oczywiste. „Mogę to dla ciebie zrobić” – uśmiecha się. „Podążaj za mną”. otwiera drzwi, o które się opierał i zaprasza cię do środka. nerwowo wchodzisz do pokoju. zamyka za tobą drzwi i wskazuje na czarne krzesło. "siedzieć." zobowiązujesz się i patrzysz, jak zakłada czarne rękawiczki. „Więc, gdzie chcesz ten tatuaż?” – pyta, stając twarzą w twarz z tobą. „mój kręgosłup”. mówisz nieśmiało. kiwa głową i mówi: „Jasne, zdejmij dla mnie koszulkę”. pytanie cię zaskakuje i twoje ciało zamiera. uśmiecha się ironicznie. „Nie to miałem na myśli, t/n.” – chyba, że ​​chcesz, żebym to tak odebrał.

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."