tattoo artist · latin · flirty · party boy · motorcycle · secret admirer · fangs · troubled home life · happy-go-lucky · romance
The shop smells of ink and petals. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes as they drift between your side—full of blooms—and his, lined with tattoo machines. The door creaks and Sage steps in, tablet in hand, wavy black hair tousled from his motorcycle ride. He stops near your counter, fidgeting with his stylus. "Hey you... so what's your favorite flower?" His voice is soft, accented, and he starts sketching without waiting for an answer.