His Tattoo (BxB)

the Edge Exploring

Kai's POV

The atmosphere in the tattoo shop buzzed with anticipation as Noah stood before me, his presence both unnerving and thrilling. There was something about the way he leaned in, the intensity in his blue-gray eyes, that made my pulse race. I wanted to push him further, see just how far he'd go outside his carefully crafted shell.

"Let's start with what you want," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I gestured to the wall of designs. "Something to symbolize stepping out of your comfort zone, right?"

He nodded slowly, his gaze darting from the sketches to my face. "Yeah, something... real. Something that says I'm not just another suit in the crowd."

"Good choice. Let's make this meaningful," I replied, my mind racing with possibilities. "But remember, once you get inked, there's no going back. It's permanent-just like the choices you make."

"Maybe that's what I need," he said, an edge of defiance creeping into his voice. "To make a choice I can't undo."

The challenge hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he moved closer, his shoulder brushing against mine. Every nerve in my body sparked to life, a chaotic mix of desire and danger.

"Tell me what you're really afraid of, Noah," I said, my voice low and teasing. "Is it the ink or something deeper?"

He hesitated, and I could see the conflict brewing in his eyes. "I'm afraid of not being enough," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not living up to the expectations everyone has of me."

"Expectations are bullshit," I replied, surprising myself with the sincerity in my tone. "They suffocate you. The only person you need to live up to is yourself."

He looked at me, vulnerability flickering in his gaze. For a moment, the walls he'd built seemed to crack, and I wanted to reach out and close the distance. But just as quickly, he recoiled, putting that polished mask back in place.

"Let's just get on with it," he said, brushing past the moment, his voice firm again.

"Alright, Mr. Perfect. What do you want?" I asked, forcing a grin to break the tension.

He stepped closer to the wall of designs, his finger trailing over the inked images. "How about something like this?" he said, pointing to a design that was dark and intricate-a raven in flight, symbolizing freedom and defiance.

"Bold choice," I said, my voice dipping into a flirtatious tone. "But are you sure you can handle it? It might sting a little."

"I can take it," he shot back, a spark igniting in his eyes. "Bring it on."

I moved behind him, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Let's see if you're as tough as you claim," I said, grabbing the tattoo machine and preparing the ink.

As I worked, my fingers brushed against his skin more than necessary, each touch electric. I could sense his tension, a mix of anticipation and something deeper. He gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white, and I couldn't resist leaning in closer, my breath ghosting over his ear.

"You're doing great, pretty boy," I murmured, feeling a rush of satisfaction as he shivered slightly at my words. "Just breathe."

He shot me a sideways glance, an annoyed smile playing on his lips. "Stop calling me that."

"Not a chance. You wear it well," I teased, allowing myself to enjoy the playful banter.

Just then, a loud crash erupted from outside, followed by shouts. I looked out the window to see a group of guys shoving each other near the bar across the street. It seemed like a fight was brewing, and I could feel the tension shift in the air.

Noah stiffened, his gaze darting toward the commotion. "Shouldn't we-"

"Stay here," I interrupted, trying to keep my tone light despite the urgency. "I'll handle it."

"Seriously? You can't just leave me here!" he protested, his voice rising slightly.

"Relax, pretty boy. I'll be back in a flash." I shot him a wink before stepping outside, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

As I approached the scene, I could see that the fight was escalating, fists flying and tempers flaring. I'd seen my fair share of bar fights, but there was something different about this one. The intensity felt personal, and I instinctively stepped in to break it up.

"Hey! Back off!" I shouted, positioning myself between the fighters. "This isn't the place for your bullshit."

A couple of guys turned to glare at me, clearly not interested in backing down, their faces were clearly showing how wasted they were."Who the hell do you think you are?" one of them sneered.

"Someone who's had enough of this crap, go get your ass wasted somewhere else." I shot back, ready to defend myself if needed.

Just as the tension peaked, I heard Noah's voice calling out behind me. "Kai! Get back here!"

I turned, momentarily distracted, just in time to see one of the fighters swing a fist toward me. Instinct kicked in, and I dodged, the punch barely grazing my cheek, as I felt my teeth slamming together. My heart raced as I fought back, adrenaline surging. The chaos of the fight enveloped me, but through it all, I could see Noah standing in the doorway, worry etched across his face.

"Get inside, Noah!" I shouted, focused on the fight. But I could see him hesitate, torn between wanting to help and knowing he shouldn't be here, why was I even protecting a walking suit.. I always hated those rich ass spoiled kids.

With a swift kick, I knocked one of the fighters down, and adrenaline surged through me. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.. one of my favourite feelings.

"Get the hell out of here!" I yelled again, hoping to distract them long enough for the fight to fizzle out.

Finally, the fighters turned to run, leaving me panting in the aftermath, blood raving down my fingers and nose, the mix between mine and theirs, the warmth and smell.. I couldn't help but feel.. good. I turned back to the shop, finding Noah staring at me with wide eyes, so cute.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rushing over. "You didn't have to do that!"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me. "Just another day in the life," I said, trying to brush it off.

"No, Kai. That was dangerous!" He stepped closer, eyes searching mine, and I could see the concern etched in his expression.

"And you were worried about me? That's adorable," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He stepped closer, invading my personal space, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The chaos of the world outside vanished as we stood there, inches apart.

"Don't make light of this," he said, his voice low, but I could hear the underlying tension.

"Why not? You're the one who wanted to step out of your comfort zone," I replied, feeling the urge to bridge the gap between us.

Before I could think better of it, I reached out, brushing my fingers against his arm, the heat of his skin igniting something inside me, creeping down to reach his waist.. Yes, I love being a messing-up.

"Let's make a pact," I said, keeping my tone light even though my heart raced. "You let me mark you, and I'll keep you safe. Deal?"

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, but I could see the flicker of desire behind his hesitation. "Deal," he whispered, a breathless agreement hanging in the air as I felt the promise of something more.

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JUN3: Don't mind me being bored and adding some drama ykk:). Ik y'all hungry I'll serve you dinner later :).