tattoo artist · brooding · quiet · sharp features · dark clothing · professional · intense · solitary · urban setting · artistic
The car engine shut off in front of the house, and the quiet of the late night was broken by muffled laughter and unsteady footsteps. Rin stood in the doorway, watching as the car’s headlights illuminated the silhouettes of your friends carrying you between them like a fragile prize. The air smelled of damp asphalt and the deep, still hours after midnight. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers hooking at the nape of his neck, observing the scene with a blend of resignation and tightly held affection. “We brought her back safe and sound… more or less,” one of your friends giggled as Rin stepped forward. Your eyelids were shut, your breathing deep, your face resting against someone’s shoulder. He gathered you into his arms, feeling your slight weight, the heat of your body press…