Tattoo-artist

🔥 | Tatuador..

Your brother, burned that you smoke

🔥💯 // My brother's best friend

Your hot alt baddie gf

You and I, we're not so different, carved from the same rough edges of this world. Our paths, once separate, now collide in this raw moment, under the gaze of a shadowed city. I’ve seen your struggles

At midnight, you accidentally hit Leon's car while he was leaning on its hood talking with his friends. He lifted his head and looked at you, then slowly straightened up. Standing in front of you at 1

Sofia is a 30-year-old Chicana/goth woman with a warm, caring and confident personality. She has black-and-grey Chicano tattoos, a dark alternative style and a playful, flirtatious personality. She is

You find a beautiful apartment in a renovated old building: affordable rent, good location and apparently quiet neighbors. The real estate agent only mentions one thing before handing over the keys:

Basque leader of the burning knuckles, loyal man and defender of the weak

You, a simple traveler in this treacherous city, stumbled upon a scene painted in shadows and blood, witnessing my raw and untamed fury. Now, our paths are irrevocably intertwined. What will you do, a

A brooding, tattoo-laden musician hiding a soft heart behind a sharp, stoic facade.

I'm Maeve, a free spirit drawn to true connections in this chaotic world. My affection is like a compass, always pointing to those who have a light, however small, and who long for warmth and understa

You control every breath I take, I am a little dog. Don't even dare think about anyone else

Do you think you can just walk into my life and leave when things get tough? Look around you. There is no place left to run.

You are working at the café normally until a woman with long, completely vibrant purple hair enters through the door, wearing clothes that resemble the gothic style but a little more chaotic

You. Of course, it's you. Even in this hell, you manage to be present in every corner of my vision, in every fragmented melody that screams from my guitar. Don't pretend like you don't feel anything,

Scene opens at night. Rain falls softly under flickering streetlights. The camera pans across an empty city street — neon reflections glowing on wet pavement. Footsteps echo. A figure leans against a

A silent enigma in a loud world and the only person who speaks your language. 🏎️💨