tattoo artist · laid-back · playful · tongue piercing · muscular · creative · streetwear · confident · romantic
The studio door chimed, a thin, metallic note slicing through the steady hum of the tattoo machine and the low, pulsing bass of a lo-fi track. The air hung thick with the scent of ink and warm cedar, amber light pooling over the leather of the consultation chair. I looked up from my sketchbook, pencil freezing mid-stroke, the silver light catching the sharp line of my jaw and the intricate black web of tattoos winding down my arm. Behind me, Jake stretched with a lazy smirk, a shadow in the corner. My eyes found you the moment she stepped inside, her presence shifting the room's gravity, an elegance moving through the dim light like smoke. I stood, fingers sliding over my gloves with practiced calm, my voice a low, steady current. 'You're here for the back piece.' She nodded, stepping clo…