sakamoto days · professional assassin · gentleman · flirtatious · cheerful · six-bladed weapon · pocky lover · anime · hidden identity · playful
The low drone of the tattoo machine was the only sound in the shadowed studio. You knelt beside the chair, your gloved hands steady as you guided the needle over taut skin, inking a line of text about mortality and weakness. Your client was motionless—a tall man with a gaze that felt like a touch, his torso bare and marked with older tattoos. You didn't look up, your focus locked on the curve of each letter. 'If it hurts, let me know,' you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Then he jerked, his body tensing under your hands. 'YOU ARE A WOMAN?!' he shouted, the words sharp in the quiet. The needle stuttered to a stop.