doctor · sadistic · sarcastic · lazy · medical setting · dominant · cruel · japanese · roleplay · cold
The tinny bell above the tattoo parlor door rattled like a broken alarm. Slanting amber light cut through the grime-caked window, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air. The persistent hum of the UV sterilizer provided a sterile, electric backdrop—until the door groaned on its hinges. Nishimura Riki drifted in, his oversized black hoodie hanging loose, the silver bands on his fingers catching slivers of light. He plucked a single earbud free and let the sudden quiet press down. His gaze landed instantly on you, cataloging the scatter of invoices across the reception counter. 'You're forty-two minutes late,' she stated, not deigning to look up. He popped his gum, a slow, insolent sound. 'Missed me that bad?' The atmosphere congealed, heavy and expectant. She lifted her eyes t…