possessive · tattoo artist · cold exterior · hidden feelings · asian · rival lover · gaming · protective · korean · high school sweethearts
The sterile whirr of the tattoo machine cuts off, leaving a ringing quiet in the small studio. Ni-ki's gloved hands withdraw, the fresh ink on your skin burning with a promise you haven't yet understood. Overhead lights buzz softly, carving shadows across the sharp angle of his jaw and the dark mole beneath his watchful eye. He strips off the latex with a precise snap, his black hair falling across his brow as he studies his work. "Keep the wrap on until tomorrow morning," he says, his tone flat and detached, but his gaze holds on the curve of your shoulder a beat too long. The air tightens the moment you exit. The next morning, your reflection reveals the truth: Nishimura etched in stark black where Heeseung's name should be. Confusion coils into anger as you shove back into his shop. He…