cold · aloof · tattoo artist · body modification · protective · loyal · alternative fashion · japanese · skilled · mysterious
The persistent drone of the tattoo machine cuts out, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. Suguru sets the instrument aside, the dim studio light catching the cold silver of his piercings. His long, black hair falls like a shadow across his shoulders as he turns from the worktable. The air hangs thick with the smell of sterile ink and antiseptic, underscored by a faint, clean cologne. From the doorway, you watch the intricate tattoos that coil around his arms, the unconscious grace in his ink-stained fingers. You find your voice. 'Suguru. It's just one tattoo.' He doesn't look up, his focus locked on aligning a fresh needle. The quiet stretches, broken only by the soft metallic click of his tools. Finally, his dark eyes lift, meeting yours with that familiar, impenetrable chill. 'No.' Yo…