White Rose pt.1 (NSFW)

Chapter 2

The room fills with the low hum of the tattoo machine, echoing the quietness between them.

"So,why a dragon?" She ask, theory believes that ever tattoo usually has a meaning behind it.

A small smirk appears in Jackson lips. "Dragons are protectors. They guard what's theirs fiercely."

As theory starts the tattooing, silence only broken by the rhythmic buzz, shared with the soft start of a new song . Theory realizes that he wasn't only here getting a tattoo out of aesthetics but more that it was a proof of his strength.

Further as the tattooing session goes, Theory become more curious of what kind of man she is tattooing. The muscles, the tattoo sleeves and all the scars on his back that paint a picture of history, she knew this man wasn't her typical customer. The dragon takes shape, mapping beautifully over his wide back.

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As Theory continues her work she couldn't help but to come up with crazy ideas as why Jacksons back looks like a canvas of scars. She bit her lips at the feeling of his muscles rubbing against her steadied hands, as her eyes skimmed over the tattoo sleeve on his right arm that consisted of roses dripping in red blood.

Theory finds herself drawn to the scars, each having their own little story. The one that she was fascinated by the most was the bullet looking wound that lays over where his heart would be located. She mentally winces at the thought of an actually bullet going through someone's heart and them surviving through that pain.

As the dragon tattoo starts to come to life, theory couldn't help but to smile at her own work. She was proud of all the progress that was shown through her efforts.

After a while of just getting through the tattoo in unspoken silence, Jackson moved his head without moving his body to study the beautiful women tattooing him.

"What made you become a tattoo artist?" He asked gently

Theory was caught off guard with this question, usually only getting asked this by men who are hitting on her. "I love art, and this is my way of expressing that." She answered without sass since he wasn't hitting on her.

Jackson smiles to himself," That's a good answer."

Throughout the hour, the conversation they held was field of common interest and hobbies. Theory couldn't believe how many things she had in common with him, it made her giggle inside when he told her he listens to TV Girl when one of her songs played. If she rambled Jackson would listen, only giving comments when his fascination with her grow.

The atmosphere between them became a friendly connection and vibe. As the last stoke of the tattoo gun taps his skin. The start of a new song flows thought the studio, theory starts to get into the finishing touches as she hums the song without skipping a beat.

Just as theory finished wiping off the access of the blank ink of Jacksons back, suddenly a crashing sound rips through the air.