I chose the tattoo.
But I didn’t choose him.
He wasn’t listed on the website.
No socials. No portfolio.
Just a name: Shane.
The studio was called INK SEDUCTION, a half piercing parlour, half erotic dungeon disguised as a reputable ink shop.
And Shane?
He was the reason people came back begging to be marked again.
The First Look
He had a body that should’ve been behind glass arms inked with wolves and roses, hands veined and calloused, rings on two thick fingers. He wore black gloves like sin and smelled like ink, sweat, and intentions.
“Name?” he asked without looking at me.
“Jade.”
“Tat?”
“Here.” I lifted my crop top, revealing the left side of my ribcage. “Butterfly.”
He looked.
Not at the spot.
At my face.
Then my lips.
Then lower.
“You sure you’re ready for something
