{ "put on a show for me, baby" }
──── 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
⌗ r. suna × fem! reader
꒰ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 ꒱
✎ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ; a gang leader who runs
a tattoo parlor runs into another gang
leader, suna rin...
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ONE:
❝ 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝑅𝐸, 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 ❞
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The soft sound of music wafted through the air of the tattoo shop. Humming along you exited your tattoo room and entered the front. Neon lights lined the walls where various tattoo designs were displayed. Red coaches sat up against the wall with a black table in the middle.
The smell of lavender became stronger as you sat at the front desk; Yua always complained that it always smelled too much like alcohol and ink which resulted in her insisting on burning incense. You reached for the stack of papers resting on the table. It seemed like everyday there was more and more work you needed to complete.
Tossing the papers aside, you picked up a box of new needles and ink that had just come in. Unpacking you heard the bell go off, notifying you that a customer had entered. Hearing a series of loud footsteps you divert your attention from unpacking onto the new customers.
Three men stood in front of you and were all equally attractive. A blond man stood to the left, followed by a brown haired one in the middle, and finally a gray haired man on the right. Your eyes looked up and down but you couldn't take your eyes off of the brown haired one. He stood tall with pale skin. His hair swept down from his face with a middle part with a few noticeable flyaways. Finally you looked at his face where his piercing green eyes bored into your (e/c) ones.
Green, that's not right, maybe brown, hazel, gray?
This man was nothing like you had ever seen before. Even the hint of tattoos that were seen peeking out of his jacket somehow managed to make him more attractive. Internally cursing at yourself for staring too long, you finally addressed them, "welcome to Phantom Tattoos, what can I do for you guys".
"All three of us want tattoos done and I heard from a friend that you're pretty good," the brown haired male said. Nothing could have prepared you for his deep voice. It didn't help at all and it made you even more captivated by him.
"Usually you would have to make an appointment but we're not as busy today, I can squeeze you guys in," you explained. The three men nodded in understanding as they watched you move stuff around.
