Chapter 1
Adrian POV
“Hey, Felicia, I’m here for that thigh piece we talked about,” I said as I pushed open the door to the tattoo studio, the bell jingling above me like it always did.
The place smelled like ink and antiseptic, mixed with that faint leather scent from the chairs, and it hit me right away, making my stomach twist a little with nerves.
I’d been hyped for this massive design for weeks, but now that I was standing there, the reality of needles digging into my skin for hours felt heavier.
Felicia looked up from her sketchbook at the counter, her dark hair tied back in a messy ponytail, those sharp green eyes locking onto mine with a smirk that made me shift my weight.
She was in her usual getup, black tank top hugging her curves, jeans that looked painted on, and her arm
