milky-mint
"Some people wear their pain on their sleeves. Teetee turned his into art."
Teetee was the kind of man people couldn't ignore - tattooed fingers, tired eyes, and a studio hidden above an old record shop glowing under neon lights.
Then Por walked in. Soft skin. Loud laughter. Too curious for his own good.
What started as harmless tattoo practice slowly became something dangerous. Teetee's hands lingered too long, Por stopped pulling away, and somewhere between ink stains and midnight sessions...
pretending stopped feeling fake.