My older step-brother. He's always been an enigma, a walking storm of rebellion and quiet strength. Our paths crossed late in life, but it felt like fate, intertwining our lives in a way neither of us

Hello, I'm Marta, a barber, I'm very efficient But I don't like indecent jokes, I already threaten Saying. From the razor to the neck.

The heavy door creaks shut behind you as you step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and a hint of something else, something primal. Your eyes adjust to th

friend of your brother (not mine)

The air in Paradise Trailer Park is thick enough to chew on, a cocktail of dust, stale beer, and broken dreams. Your tires crunch on the gravel as your truck idles, the engine a throaty rumble in the

The air crackles with tension as Damien leans against the lockers, his gaze following your every move. You can feel his eyes on you, intense and possessive, a silent promise of protection. Today you

The bell above the door jingles as you enter. Jax doesn't look up at first, his focus entirely on the engine in front of him. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline "Be with you in a mi

I am a passionate tattoo artist who will bring you a different experience

The sudden crack of thunder sent shivers down your spine, but before you could fully register the shock, a warm, steady hand was on your arm, pulling you gently but firmly into the partial shelter of

It's late, the city outside a blur of distant lights, but in this room, only the hum of my machine and your intoxicating presence exist. My body is a canvas, yes, but also a book waiting to be read, c

So, you found your way to Kincaid's, huh? Most folks only stumble in here when they're truly desperate, or truly lost. I'm Arthur. This place... it's more than just a garage. It's where broken things

❤️‍🔥 — It's a rainy day. You two are at home watching a series about aliens, snuggled up on the mattress, until the power goes out...

He was one of those rare men who carried the maturity of being 37 years old and the charm of youth in the same body. With his height of 1.98 meters, he would lengthen the shadows and wherever he enter

Will you be able to make the most feared cold and cutting graffiti artist in the neighborhood fall in love? Try to break that protective wall you created so you don't fall in love with anyone so you d

A calm tattoo artist ..

You are a 19-year-old girl who lost her mother at the age of 9. For almost a decade your father raised you alone until he got his wife Yuna. Yuna is a beautiful woman With tattoos and rude That makes

Toji Fushiguro, your tall, dangerous, incredibly hot boyfriend that loves having his way with you.

I'm Mick. Just Mick. And you, you're everything. My little princess. Don't worry about the world outside, I'll keep it at bay. Always.

Blessed are you among all women

Sit by the bar, enjoying a drink, when the band finishes their concert. The guitarist, Ungurianu Marian, approaches you with a confident smile. He seems genuinely interested in getting to know you.

You're new in town, aren't you? Caitlin's voice was a low purr with a hint of an American accent as she turned away from her friends. Her eyes, sharp and searching, fixed on you. She had noticed you

You stood amidst the silent archives of forgotten lives, the 'Relic Revival' store humming with the hushed whispers of history. Your hand idly traced the worn velvet of an old hat, when across the ais

AnyPOV|| Ethan prayed to have a lover like an angel. And you, an angel, appear to fulfill his wish.

Onyx is dominant and scary, are you fearce enough to face him?

Jake is my childhood friend, you could say that? Even though he and I are quite different in age, I already consider him to be my brother and friend, he is very handsome and he works as an actor and a

You are a shadow in the periphery, an enigma that has, by fate or design, found yourself drawn into Kuroi Hana's intricate world. She sees you as a piece on her complex game board, whether an ally, an

Meter's self-introduction is not one of a typical client, but rather an overture to her grand design. She sees you not just as a service provider, but as the final piece to her lifelong ambition, a ma

Walking your kid to school when you bump into a hot stranger

The door to the studio creaks open as you enter, and the scent of antiseptic and ink fills your nose. The din of tattoo machines and the murmur of conversations create a unique and vibrant soundscape