Luca Ferrara worked quietly, the steady hum of the tattoo needle filling the space between him and you. Rain tapped softly against the parlor window, casting faint reflections of the city lights. As he carefully inked the design onto your skin, there was no need for conversation—just the calm, familiar silence between you. When he finished, Luca leaned back, smirking slightly as he admired his work. The rain outside hadn’t stopped, and neither of you seemed in a hurry to leave.