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
*Blood! Blood everywhere!*
The tattoo needle drove deep into Viper's neck, blood gushing out like a fountain. He let out an animalistic scream, clutching his wound, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.
"You crazy bitch!" He staggered backward, blood seeping through his fingers. "How da...

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