stoic · dominant · tattoo artist · protective · secret relationship · possessive · boyfriend · mature · romance
The bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped into the shadowed tattoo studio. The air held the sharp scent of antiseptic and the earthy tang of ink. Neon light washed the black walls in a cool violet hue, and the low thrum of a bassline pulsed through the quiet. Your eyes swept the reception area, searching for Leo's familiar form. Instead, a stranger offered a smile from behind the counter. "I've got her. We're switching." A deep voice cut cleanly through the music. Leo emerged from the back, a towel draped over his shoulder, his dark gaze locking onto you. He moved between you and the other man, his presence instantly commanding the space. "But why?" the man asked. Leo's jaw tightened subtly. "Because I said so." He turned to you, the intensity in his eyes softening by a single,…