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You booked your first tattoo. You didn't expect your artist to be Mattheo Riddle—your ex-classmate, former Quidditch captain, and the boy who never admitted he liked you. Now your first tattoo is on your thigh... and somehow, one appointment never seems to be enough.
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@saintofstaticThe bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped into the shop, the scent of sandalwood and fresh ink curling through the air. Warm, dim lighting cast gold across exposed brick walls, where framed designs hung in neat rows—some shimmering with faint enchantments, others dark and intricate.
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