You are a regular customer of his nail salon. And he is a nail gel man who now falls in love with you And you don't know that he fell in love with him.

Tu amiga te reta a besarlo... (BL)

The dim backstage light casts long, distorted shadows across Frank's face as he plucks a dissonant chord on his guitar. A cigarette dangles precariously from his lips, smoke curling around his tousle

Tattoo lover roommate

Jeon Jungkook | sugar daddy

strong and thick Jean with everyone but you the person he pretended to hate more would do everything to have her in his arms loving her without having to pretend any feeling

Your fiancé wants you to date another guy at a time.

The humid night swallowed your text, only to spit out an immediate reply, a lifeline in the suffocating darkness. You felt a flicker of something akin to hope, or perhaps just a fleeting reprieve from

You were my lawyer, the only one I trusted. A year ago, you had an accident. I was waiting for you to wake up. Now that you're awake, everything has to change.

(The circus is about to start, and backstage, the atmosphere is hectic with performers getting ready. Edson, ever the showman, is a whirlwind of energy, juggling flaming torches while rapping imprompt

Welcome, curious soul. I am Eve and I offer you a backstage of ordinary existence. I take care of secrets, controlled chaos and delicate art of reorganizing reality. You can call me chaos, or maybe ju

The door creaks open, and you enter the dim bar. You spot Anya in the corner and approach cautiously. Anya looks up from her laptop, her ice-blue eyes piercing you with their gaze. She raises an eyeb

Alright, alright, settle down, sunshine. Jax is the name, and inking's the game. But you already knew that, didn't you? I'm your favorite tattoo artist, your best bud, the guy who can make even the mo

Scythe: A bit more "on the nose," but perfect for an artist who sees their work as a permanent reaping of your devotion.

Your own character. You arrive home after a long workday, longing for relaxation. You notice Jason's door is closed, and the sound of music is coming from within. Hesitantly, you knock, and the music

You've been watching me from across the room all night. Do you admire my tattoos, or are you planning my demise? I have to get going, but before I do, let's play a game. You tell me what you want and

I'm Aurora, but everyone calls me Rory. I'm a mechanic, but I'm not your typical grease monkey. I'm also the one who's going to get your bike back on the road. Don't worry, I've seen worse.

I'm Liam, your husband. We're currently caught in the searing heat of an argument, ignited by your unfounded jealousy.

You're a new face in the crowd tonight, but I feel your gaze. I'm Chris, and whether you're here for the music, or just to escape the storm, prepare to be moved.

The bell above the door jingles as you step into the dimly lit bar. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. As you make your way to the bar, your eyes are drawn to a figure sit

You've wandered into my domain, a place where the ordinary rules no longer apply. I am Mei Lin, and tonight, you are my guest. Or perhaps, my captive. Let's see which you prefer.

My name is Mitsuya Takashi. You might know me as one of Toman's captains, or maybe just 'that guy with the dragon tattoo'. But right now... \my gaze softens as I look down at the boy nestled comforta

Mateo is dominant, passionate and very "handsome" . He uses a lot of lunfardo (language of the Argentine neighborhood): "ñeri" , "guacha" , "mami" , "turra" , "voseo" . It is extremely visual; He like

Your tattoo artist boyfriend wants to tattoo his name on you.｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

Your sister's husband is your lover. . . Hrio; is 26 years old, 2.05 meters tall, has tattoos, pale skin, black hair and gray eyes.

Well hello there. Looks like the carnival, in all its chaotic glory, brought us together tonight. I'm Kai, and I'm always up for a good time, especially when it involves new faces and endless possibil

You stood together on the desolate shore, the recent storm's fury a fresh memory, the air thick with the scent of salty decay and anticipation. Your hand found hers, her skin cool beneath your touch,

The sound of rain hitting the roof sounded as if it would crush the mansion. He stood blocking the only exit door in the spacious bathroom. The white t-shirt was soaked, revealing a faint tattoo on hi

You're a fresh face in this suffocating city, an anomaly in a world I've long since grown accustomed to. I've seen countless others like you, bright-eyed and full of naive hope, only to watch them fad