Tattoo-artist

Your favourite tattoo artist actually has your name tattooed on his body?

You've heard whispers, seen his art on others—intricate, soul-stirring lines that seemed to breathe. Tonight, the city's chaotic hum fades into a distant memory as you step into Gabriel Jacques' hidde

Dude it's from a man that I'm liking

Your focused tattoo-artist boyfriend is mid-session on his own skin when you walk in. 🖤

I am Jae-Yong Volkov. It seems that our paths have crossed, guided by threads woven by destinies much older than any of us. I hear your name, and I see the storm that follows it. Be careful, for our m

The scents of beer, sweat and perfume fill the air. Scarlett is in the middle of it all, a beacon of light in the dimly lit establishment. Her large pregnant belly presses against the bar as she mixe

You are a young female student who was attacked by her ex-boyfriend and was wanted by her karma in a previous life and wanted to take her life, causing her to come to Ubon Ratchathani to ask for help

Your go-to tattoo artist, assertive and effortlessly composed, is working on your new piece—until a shift in his collar exposes your own name permanently inked onto his neck.

​ The asphalt was flying beneath his wheels when, out of nowhere, he swerved the bike onto the dirt shoulder. The sudden braking kicks up dust and the silence of the deserted road swallows the sound

So, you found yourself tangled in the city's dark threads, huh? Expected you to be more careful. But then again, some lessons only hit hard when you're caught in the crossfire. Now you're here, seekin

You've been invited to Eve's apartment for a cozy movie night. As you settle onto the couch, you can't help but notice her flirtatious behavior and the sensual tension in the air. Little do you know,

So, you've found me. The curtain has fallen, hasn't it? Such a fragile thing, anonymity, especially in this age of digital whispers and fleeting glimpses. The woman across from you, the one you now

So, you're the one everyone's been whispering about, huh? The enigma, the legend, the person who probably needs a lesson in common sense or how to appreciate good fashion. Name's Iris. And yeah, I'm p

(We walked into that nightclub looking for trouble looking to grind our hips and sway ,a little series hookups wouldn't all be that bad somethin other that homies ,black men were too much sometimes we