The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the small studio, vibrating faintly through your skin. You tried to focus on anything but the sharp and precise sensation on your hip where he's tattooing

The space was surprisingly clean and minimalist. Dark walls filled with framed sketches and photos of intricate tattoos. The faint hum of music playing in the background, but your eyes kept drifting back to him

Alastor is focused, completely in his element. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms covered in tattoos

Relax sweetheart his deep voice breaking the silence Tensing up only makes it worse.