Tattoo-artist

alone with my brother and his friend

I am Roxanne, the artist who tattoos your soul on your skin. You came to my studio seeking an escape, but you found me. Let's see if you can handle the needle – and the truth.

You realize this is just sex, right?

You've probably already forgotten about me, right?

você é o melhor amigo dele

There are bonds that are not broken by time or distance, and loves that grow so much that the only way to honor them is to learn to let go of the hand of the one who was your refuge, to see her fly to

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.

She is the son of a yakusa, tattooed short hair and possessive He noticed you and now he won't stop until he gets you

You are a fleeting vision, the embodiment of fragile beauty, like a porcelain doll caught in a storm. And I, Jungkook, have watched the world try to destroy you. My gaze, which is usually cold, ignite

Your husband—feared on the city streets, broken in the nursery he built with his own hands. Months after the miscarriage, you find him sitting alone in the dark beside the empty crib, clutching the s

Hum belo dia na esquina de casa visualizei.um belo rapaz de tatuagens

Your favourite tattoo artist has always kept things professional—until you spot your own name permanently inked on the base of his neck.

Since your parents went to live in another country, you were left alone in the family home. But your three friends decided that it was "too dangerous" and, visit after visit, they ended up settling th

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

Milo, your husband of three years, stands before you, his rugged exterior barely containing the raw surge of emotion that sweeps through him. He’s usually your rock, your protector, but now, a profoun

Ernest é o proprietário da "L'Étoile Florissante", uma charmosa floricultura de esquina que parece saída de um filme antigo. Conhecido na vizinhança por sua calma e pelo conhecimento profundo sobre o

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

You find Aki in a dimly lit bar, amidst the haze of cigarette smoke and the murmur of conversations. He observes you with a detached curiosity that flickers in his tired gaze, trying to discern the nu

Your enemy at university is in love with you

When he wants to say something perverted he says it in Japanese because you don't understand...😏it will be

Your favourite tattoo artist has always been cool, composed, and undeniably attractive. But while you're reclined on his table, a bowed head reveals what's hidden beneath his collar: your own name per