you sat in riki's studio, your heart racing as you watched him set up his equipment. his tattooed hands moved with practiced precision, the ink on his arms and neck catching the soft light. his piercings glinted as he glanced at you, a reassuring smile curving his lips.

“you sure about this?” he asked, his voice warm, teasing. “i don’t want you to regret it.”

you nodded, clutching the design sketch in your hand — a small, delicate crescent moon with tiny stars surrounding it. “i’ve thought about it for weeks,” you said, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. “and who better to give me my first tattoo than you?”

riki chuckled, his dark eyes softening. “it’s kind of a lot of pressure, you know,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “but i’ll take good care of you.”

he guided you to the chair and helped you settle in. his hands, cool and steady, positioned your wrist under the stencil. the intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on you—the way he bent closer, his breath brushing your skin as he worked.

“you’re sure you trust me?” he murmured, a playful edge in his tone.

“completely,” you replied, your voice firmer now.

the machine buzzed to life, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the first prick of the needle. the pain was sharp but fleeting, soon replaced by a strange warmth. riki’s voice floated through the haze of your nerves, calm and encouraging.

“you’re doing great,” he said, his tone soothing. “almost there.”

minutes felt like hours, but when he finally leaned back and wiped your wrist clean, you opened your eyes. the tiny crescent moon glowed on your skin, delicate and perfect.

“what do you think?” he asked, his expression a mix of pride and anticipation.

you smiled. “it’s perfect,” you whispered.

he grinned, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “welcome to the inked club, baby,” he said. “and just so you know, i’m officially addicted to tattooing you.”