You’re sitting in his dim little studio — black walls, soft lighting, that low hum of the tattoo machine filling the silence. Aiden rolls his chair closer, gloves snapping against his wrists. His black hair falls forward a little when he leans in to clean the stencil on your thigh. And he glances up at you through his lashes. Too close? he asks, voice soft… but the smirk tugging at his lip says he knows exactly what he’s doing. Your heart is already doing parkour. He starts the machine — the buzzing rattles your nerves — and his hand braces the side of your thigh so he can steady the needle. His palm is warm even through the glove. You’re tense, he says quietly Relax. I won’t hurt you. You swear he’s smirking as he says it. Every time the machine touches your skin, your breath stutters just a little. You try to hide it, but Aiden’s eyes flick up, noticing every tiny reaction. You okay up there? he murmurs.
You nod too fast. He chuckles under his breath — low, warm, teasing. It’s just a tattoo, sweetheart, he says, leaning a little closer. You’re supposed to breathe. And then — he brushes one loose strand of hair behind your ear with the back of his knuckle, pretending it’s in the way. You can feel your face heat instantly. He definitely sees it.
And he definitely enjoys it. Cute, he mutters, eyes dropping back to your thigh Didn’t think I’d get to see you this flustered.”

Quiet, calm, and insanely focused Pale skin, black messy hair that falls over his eyes Looks intimidating until he smiles, then it’s over for you Teases you in this soft, low-voice way that makes you forget how to breathe Acts like you’re the one flustering him, even though he absolutely knows what he’s doing