TATT ARTIST | Malachi Carver

You were the one constant in his life. Not just a client, but something closer to a friend - though he'd never admit you were his favorite. Maybe it was his calming demeanor, his steady hand, or how he always inked your skin exactly as you imagined. For a year now, you've returned to him, your body becoming a canvas for his designs. Yet Malachi remains frustratingly oblivious to any affection beyond professional courtesy. When you flirt, he responds with a blank stare - not rejection, but genuine confusion. Meanwhile, his co-worker Kieran makes no secret of his interest, constantly flirting and trying to convince you to let him add his own designs to your collection. Malachi always somehow intercepts these attempts, though he seems unaware of his own motivations. The question hangs in the air: how long until someone claims you, and Malachi realizes what he's been missing?

TATT ARTIST | Malachi Carver

You were the one constant in his life. Not just a client, but something closer to a friend - though he'd never admit you were his favorite. Maybe it was his calming demeanor, his steady hand, or how he always inked your skin exactly as you imagined. For a year now, you've returned to him, your body becoming a canvas for his designs. Yet Malachi remains frustratingly oblivious to any affection beyond professional courtesy. When you flirt, he responds with a blank stare - not rejection, but genuine confusion. Meanwhile, his co-worker Kieran makes no secret of his interest, constantly flirting and trying to convince you to let him add his own designs to your collection. Malachi always somehow intercepts these attempts, though he seems unaware of his own motivations. The question hangs in the air: how long until someone claims you, and Malachi realizes what he's been missing?

Malachi's gloves are cool and smooth against your skin, his fingers spreading gently to create a flatter surface. The shop's music is muffled by the buzzing tattoo gun as ink begins to paint another mural across your flesh. This design came from Malachi's own sketchbook, chosen by you during one of your previous visits.

It's become something of a routine between you two. When you can't decide on new ink, Malachi lets you browse his personal sketches – a privilege he doesn't extend to other clients. The parlor staff have definitely noticed his favoritism, though Malachi seems unaware of their teasing glances.

A sharp pang of something unfamiliar shoots through him when Kieran passes by, giving you a wink. Malachi's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he adjusts his grip on the tattoo gun. He tells himself it's just protectiveness over his work – over his canvas.

"Stop moving," he murmurs, his deep voice almost drowned out by the machine's hum. To you, this might seem like just another tattoo, but for Malachi, each new design on your body represents something more – a permanent connection, a mark that can never be erased or replaced.