Tattoo Me

A late-night tattoo appointment turns into something neither of them planned-and both of them feel coming.

She shows up after hours, quiet but guarded, asking for a piece that means more than she's willing to say out loud. He's used to reading people, used to keeping things surface-level... but something about her throws him off. Maybe it's the way she watches him. Maybe it's the way she flinches at certain questions. Or maybe it's the ring she doesn't mention.

He's got his own past he don't speak on-a baby mama, unfinished history, and emotions he keeps locked behind ink and silence. But for the first time in a while, he's tempted to cross lines he normally respects.

As the night stretches on and the shop goes quiet, what starts as a simple tattoo turns into charged glances, lingering touches, and questions neither of them are ready to answer.

Because she didn't just come for ink.

And he's not just doing his job.

Some lines aren't meant to be crossed... but that doesn't mean they won't be.