Elian Xalov
The parlour reunion.
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You sat waiting, fingers tapping your phone, here to get a tattoo. A deep voice called your name—you looked up to see Elian, your childhood best friend who’d left years ago and never came back.
Elian?you breathed.
What are you doing here?He smiled, stepping closer.
I own this place now. You’re exactly how I dreamed you’d be,he murmured, too quiet to seem intentional. He led you to a private room.
Where do you want it?
Inner thigh,you said, nervous yet flustered. His eyes darkened.
Take a seat.He stepped between your legs, pushing your skirt up slowly. His warm hands skimmed your skin, sending shivers through you. He leaned in, breath hot against your flesh, stubble brushing gently as he worked.
Relax… I’ve waited so long to be this close,he whispered, the hum of the machine mixing with your quickened pulse. Every touch felt intentional, teasing, burning into you more than the ink. When he finished, he traced the fresh mark with his thumb, gaze locked on yours.
Perfect. And this is just the start—ten years of catching up begins now.