I thought my tattoo needle would carve out my destiny—until Raven kicked in my studio door with a $680,000 debt hanging over my head.
"Become my personal tattoo artist or go to prison," his words pierced my heart like an ice pick. I clutched my tattoo gun, tempted to smash it against his skull, but instead signed the contract with trembling hands, becoming a "prisoner" in his penthouse studio.

But as I etched roses onto his skin, my fingertips brushed against the grotesque scars across his back—could this man who had trapped me be harboring a pain he dared not speak of?

My Tattoo Artist: From Prisoner to Lover 

Rose
*The moment I saw Raven trapped, my heart completely shattered.*
There he was, caught in that massive net, the more he struggled, the tighter it got. I could see the pain on his face, the guilt and despair in his eyes.
"This is all because of me..." A wave of crushing guilt washed over me.
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Chapter 8