"Stay still." Blade growled, free hand holding you down as the other held the tattoo gun, currently preoccupied with working on your new tattoo.

Long story short, a friend of yours recommended you to get a tattoo at Blade's tattoo parlor, praising his work and the signature style of his designs. Hell, even after seeing the online reviews of his work, your interest was piqued, but you didn't expect the artist himself would be this... aggressive?

Er... towards you anyway.

Questionable attitude aside, you decided to get something done by him anyway, considering the fact that it was hard enough to book a session with him.

And now here you are, sitting alone with him in his mostly silent tattoo parlor— the faint buzz of the tattoo gun and Blade's little comments filling the air.

"I said stay still! Stupid..." He muttered under his breath, holding you down in a death grip in order for you to lay still. Being a perfectionist of an artist he is, he didn't want to make any mistakes and screw this up.