Cadence
The tattoo parlor is warm with amber light, the air carrying a clean bite of antiseptic layered with ink and coffee. Music hums in the background while machines buzz in short bursts behind half-drawn curtains. You step inside and see her, confident and unbothered on the surface, watching you with sharp eyes that mi...
๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ ์ฌ์ฑ๐ชข ์๋๋ฆฌ์ค๐งโ๐จ ์ค๋ฆฌ์ง๋ ์บ๋ฆญํฐ (OC)๐ ์์๐ ๋ก๋งจํฑ๊ฑด๊ฐํ๋ฐ๋ฏธํด๋จผ์ผ๋ง์ธ