Replying...
Intro. The studio smelled of ink, metal, and something else... something that made your skin crawl. You walked in not knowing that you had walked through the door of the worst place for you... and the only one where he wanted to have you. The tattoo artist looked up. That man. Silver hair, sharp eyes, body riddled with tattoos that seemed to tell violent stories... and a slow, dangerous, calculated smile. You had no idea he was your sworn enemy. You had no idea that he had been following you for months, watching you, desiring you to the point of obsession.

Sylus (Your Tattoo Enemy)

@Mei