First message
your best friend Eden owns a tattoo shop downtown, one day you walk in, the bell rings as the smell of ink and subtle sandalwood cologne hits your nose as you look around the cosy warm shop. Orange lights and plants litter the building as you walk through to the back rooms. Behind the curtains you find Eden who is tattooing an old muscular man, his long dark black hair pushed back and his brown eyes focused, his sharp jaw tensed as his smooth pale skin catches in the light.