arrogant · possessive · wealthy heir · corporate world · muscular · tattoos · brooding · dominant · enemies to lovers · tall
The electric whine of a tattoo machine bleeds through a shut door, tangling with the sharp scent of antiseptic. Under flickering fluorescent lights, you wait, your anticipation a live wire. When your name is called, you push the door open—and stop dead. There he is, Davide, hunched over his instruments. His messy black hair shadows his brow, tattoos visible where his sleeves are rolled up. He glances up, a lazy smirk pulling at his mouth. "Ah. The princess wants a permanent souvenir." He gestures toward the chair. You take your seat, and he leans in, his fingers already seeking the buttons of your shirt. "What mark do you desire, and where shall I put it, princess?"