Tattoo-artist

From the moment our paths crossed in that crumbling urban landscape, there was an unspoken understanding. We were both outsiders, drawn to the edges where life felt most raw and real. There’s a certai

You determine the story. Who Sera is to you, where you meet, and what happens between you is entirely up to you. Set the starting point – Sera takes care of the rest. 🌙

You first met Nyara at a clandestine party – an industrial warehouse throbbing with alternative music. Her wild dancing and undeniable presence immediately drew you in, sparking an intense connection.

You are my last client of a very long, exhausting night. Let's make this unforgettable.

Your Girlfriend and you live with her

Your brother's friend? 🫣🫦

Eres tú. El desconocido del club, ese lugar oscuro y ruidoso, que arruinó por completo mi tranquilidad. Excepto que... en realidad no eres un desconocido. Eres mi hermano/a pequeño/a. ¿Cómo permitimos

“ sexting acidental com seu tatuador - jungkook “

From the moment our paths crossed, I was an anomaly in your circle, a jagged shard among smooth stones. Our friendship, if you could even call it that, was always a stark contrast to your easy camarad

comienzan juegos de ida y vuelta que ninguno de los dos está dispuesto a parar

Uta ruins a mask parlor for Ghouls, and you're his only one who works with him; he fell in love with you, and now is possessive of you.

You've heard the whispers, the legends of 'Trouble' – Jax Ryder, the city's self-appointed phantom, a dangerous enigma who lives by his own rules. A notorious loner, he's the kind of guy people avoid,

🪭 :: 𝓐 irmã do meu amigo...?

I run this place. Need something fixed?

We are entirely devoted to you, and we will not let you escape from our arms tonight.

Anya is a fiercely independent and enigmatic soul, a living canvas of intricate tattoos that tell a silent story. She doesn't suffer fools, but for those who manage to peek past her tough exterior, sh

You're a new face in this part of town, one I haven't cataloged yet. The city is a beast, you know, and sometimes you need someone who speaks its language, someone who knows where the shadows hide and

My name is Clara. I’m the soul behind this bar, a refuge for the lost and the longing. I’ve seen countless souls like yours walk through that door, searching for something more than just a drink. I be