Kai's Pov
The buzzing sound of the tattoo machine was a constant hum in the background as I finished up a client. My thoughts drifted back to the gala from the night before. I couldn’t shake the memory of that rich kid Noah Reed. The way he stood there, all polished and perfect, was infuriating. But there was something about his presence that intrigued me, too.
I rolled my shoulders and wiped the ink from my hands, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts. The shop was quiet, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. I glanced at the clock, waiting for the next appointment, when the door swung open, and in walked Noah, looking slightly out of place in his tailored suit.
“Thought you’d actually come,” I said, leaning back against the counter with a smirk. “Didn’t expect you to brave this side of the world.”
He hesitated for a moment, his blue-gray eyes scanning the shop, taking in the walls covered with artwork and the faint smell of antiseptic and ink. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Fair enough,” I replied, stepping closer, enjoying the way he seemed to shift under my gaze. “So, what are you looking for? A little rebel ink to match your suit?”
“Maybe just a consultation,” he said, his voice steady but with an underlying nervousness that intrigued me. “I want to know what it feels like to… to step out of my comfort zone.”
I raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. “You? Step out of your comfort zone? Sounds like a challenge.”
Before he could respond, I reached out and lightly touched his arm, my fingers brushing against the fabric of his suit. I could feel the tension between us escalate, and I relished in it. There was something intoxicating about this dance we were doing part teasing, part truth.
“Why do you even care?” he shot back, crossing his arms defensively, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity.
“Maybe I see potential in you,” I said, tilting my head slightly. “Or maybe I just like pissing off rich kids.”
His jaw clenched, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. “What if I want to explore that potential?” he challenged, stepping closer, the distance between us evaporating.
I was taken aback for a moment, surprised by the boldness in his voice. “Then you’ll need to make a choice, pretty boy. Are you ready to embrace a little chaos in your life?”
Without waiting for his response, I turned and grabbed a sketchbook, flipping it open to show him my designs. “Pick something. But remember, this isn’t just ink. It’s a statement.”
He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he studied the artwork. “What if I want something that represents… being alive?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Then we need to talk about what ‘being alive’ really means,” I replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the challenge in his words. “And maybe, just mayb, I’ll give you a glimpse of it.”
Before I could stop myself, I reached out and brushed my fingers against his cheek, my touch lingering longer than necessary. The moment was charged, and I could see his breath hitch, a mix of surprise and something deeper lurking behind his cool facade.
But just as quickly as it happened, I pulled away, leaving both of us breathless. The tension crackled like a live wire, and I could sense the danger in our chemistry—an intoxicating mix of attraction and uncertainty that hinted at trouble.
“Come on, Noah,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. “Let’s make this interesting.”
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JUN3: I made two chapters a bit short, I'm mostly busy with uni :').
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His Tattoo (BxB)
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