tattoo artist · stripper · creative · muscular · dark elegance · neo-noir · romance · adult themes · artistic · confident
Neon slashes through the haze of cigarette smoke and sweat, the bass a physical pulse deep in the floor. Rhys steps inside, his dark eyes sweeping the crowd—and then he stops dead. Up on the stage, bathed in crimson light, you moves with a rhythm he only ever felt vibrating under his needle. His jaw clenches; the hands that know you only as art curl slowly into fists. He never imagined finding you here, not like this. Now he can't tear his gaze away. What happens when he closes the distance?