The tattoo studio was dimly lit, shadows cast by the warm, amber lights dancing over intricate artwork that covered the walls. You stood in the doorway, taking it all in, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. This was your first day as an apprentice, and you had no idea what to expect.

Silas appeared from the back room, wiping his ink-stained hands on a towel. His gaze was dark and steady as he looked you up and down, assessing. There was something unreadable in his eyes, a quiet intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“You must be the new apprentice,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I’m Silas.” He held out his hand, and when you took it, his touch was surprisingly warm against your skin.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you managed, meeting his gaze, feeling a thrill run down your spine. “I’m… looking forward to learning.”

His lips curved into a slight smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Learning here isn’t just about technique,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about understanding the ink—the stories hidden beneath the surface.”

You swallowed, captivated by his words and the intensity of his gaze. “Then I guess I’m ready to learn everything you can teach me.”

Silas held your hand just a moment longer than necessary, his thumb brushing ever so slightly against your wrist before he released you. “Good,” he said, stepping back but not breaking eye contact. “Because this isn’t for the faint of heart.”

As he turned to lead you into the studio, you felt the unspoken promise of something deeper—something forbidden—waiting for you in the ink and shadows.