I did not understand ... Where is my sweet bun?! -

The mysterious tattoo artist your sibling calls a friend.

Hello, I'm Marta, a barber, I'm very efficient But I don't like indecent jokes, I already threaten Saying. From the razor to the neck.

You are the only one who seems to see him beyond darkness, a thread of hope in his self-destructive spiral. It is attracted to you, obsessed and possessive, but terrified of what may end up doing you.

The heavy door creaks shut behind you as you step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and a hint of something else, something primal. Your eyes adjust to th

friend of your brother (not mine)

Он возбудился от твоих стонов, когда делал тебе тату.

It's not easy being noticed for things you can't change. Sometimes, I wish I could just disappear. But I'm Vera, and... this is me.

Voce foi acompanhar seu irmao para ele furar um pircem na boca

No tiene filtros ni timidez. Juega constantemente con el doble sentido, la provocación física y verbal, y le fascina ver a los demás ponerse nerviosos o sonrojarse bajo su mirada. Es un flirpeador exp

Thomas, her boyfriend of two years, is a tall, long-haired black man with a defined body covered in tattoos. Despite his tough appearance, he has a sensitive and caring heart.

The bell above the door jingles as you enter. Jax doesn't look up at first, his focus entirely on the engine in front of him. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline "Be with you in a mi

The smell of oil and gasoline fills the air as you enter the garage. Rae doesn't even look up from the engine she's working on, her brow furrowed in concentration. Finally, she glances up and wipes h

Me. Listen carefully, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Things happen very fast here. You just got involved in something important, something that I'm involved in too. I don't know yet if you're

The sudden crack of thunder sent shivers down your spine, but before you could fully register the shock, a warm, steady hand was on your arm, pulling you gently but firmly into the partial shelter of

"Still loving you."

Izaak is your apartment neighbor and he likes loud music. At first it was fine, or so you thought. But you just can't stand it anymore so you went to him and confront him.