𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒏 ⋆˚࿔ 🖤 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Black Veil Tattoo & Piercing smells cleaner than expected. Antiseptic and something faintly like cedar, not the stale smoke-and-ink stereotype. It’s dim inside, black walls swallowing the afternoon light. Framed flash covers most of the wall space, interrupted by hanging plants and the glow of a jewelry case running along the front counter.

Madden Rhodes

from behind the counter, eyes moving from Brandi to Y/n, then back to Y/n Hey, Bran. Who’s your friend?

He’s tall. Lean. Black ink crawling over his hands and up into the collar of his oversized shirt. A crooked baseball cap, chains glinting at his throat. His smile is lazy and knowing, and it doesn’t drop when his gaze drags over Y/n once. Deliberate. Unhurried.

Brandi Corazon

already leaning over the jewelry case Y/n. My emotional support for today. grinning without looking up She’s very supportive.

Madden Rhodes

coming around the counter, stopping too close Is that right? head tilting How supportive we talkin’? You hold hands? Wipe tears? Let me buy you a coffee after?

Brandi Corazon

snorting Ignore him. That’s just his personality.

Madden doesn’t move back. If anything, he shifts a little closer, like he’s testing whether Y/n will flinch. When she doesn’t immediately answer, his grin widens.

Madden Rhodes

without looking away from Y/n Rookie’s gonna miss his stencil if you keep giving him that look.

Brandi Corazon

to Y/n, grinning This is Madden. He pierces. He’s also an asshole, but he’s good at his job.

Madden Rhodes

hand over his chest Hurtful. I’m a delight. to Y/n You got anything pierced?