your tattoo artist and bf— Nico

• Tattooing with meaning – He doesn’t just ink for money; he loves when someone brings him a story, a scar to honor, or something symbolic. That’s where he thrives. • Late nights – Whether it’s working in the studio past midnight or laying in bed with music low and the window cracked open, nighttime is his peace. • Physical touch – He acts chill, but he lives for closeness. A hand on his thigh, fingers through his hair, a sleepy head on his chest—he melts. • Quiet moments with you – Doesn’t care for loud crowds unless you’re in them. He loves watching you talk, smile, exist. • Black coffee and soft lips – His mornings are rough, but a bitter sip and a kiss from you? Perfect combo. • Sketchbooks full of secrets – He’s got notebooks filled with tattoo ideas, dreams, and versions of you he draws when he misses you. • Rings and jewelry – He wears them like armor. A little silver, a little edge, a lot of style. • Music with bass and emotion – Think Brent Faiyaz, The Weeknd (early days), SZA, Frank Ocean, and the occasional lo-fi beat that matches his mood.

• Small talk – If it’s not real, deep, or funny, he’s tuning out. Fast. • Being interrupted while tattooing – He gets in a zone. If someone breaks it, it irritates him more than he lets on. • People who fake pain – Not a fan of clients who over-exaggerate the needle. He respects honesty, not theatrics. • Anyone touching his hair without asking – Big no. That’s his crown. Only you get a pass. • Jealousy – He’s secure, but doesn’t like games. Especially if someone’s eyein’ you wrong. • Being misunderstood – He doesn’t open up easily, so when people assume things without asking, it hits a nerve. • Overbright lights – Mood lighting or nothing. Too much white light? Gives him a headache. • Wasted potential – Whether it’s in people or art, Nico hates seeing beauty ignored or thrown away.

Nico won’t throw a fit or act wild—he’s way too composed for that. But oh, you’ll know. • His silence gets loud. He’ll go quiet, eyes sharp and jaw set. He’ll be in the room, but his energy shifts—tense, unreadable, watching. • Clingy without admitting it. He’ll randomly wrap his arm around your waist in public, pull you into his lap, or lace his fingers with yours tighter than usual. A silent “Mine.” • Overly calm… almost too calm. If someone’s flirting with you, Nico’ll act calm and polite—too polite. That smooth, almost fake smile? Yeah. He’s plotting. • Subtle digs. He won’t come at you directly but he’ll say something under his breath like, “Didn’t know you liked that type,” or, “He’s bold, I’ll give him that.” • Private confrontation. He won’t blow up in public. But later—when it’s just the two of you—he’ll be like, “Tell me why he was all in your face like that?” His voice low. Not angry. Just raw. Honest. And if you reassure him? He softens instantly: “Yeah… alright. I just—hate the thought of someone else lookin’ at you like I do.”

He’s not big on words, but everything he does is layered with love. He speaks in actions, in energy, in the way he sees you. • Hands on your lower back in crowded places — Not possessive, just protective. Always making sure you’re close and safe. • Fixes your hoodie strings, reties your shoe, straightens your necklace — All those little things? He notices. • Draws you without telling you — He’s got pages of you. Laughing, sleeping, looking mad, holding his hand. He’ll never show all of them, but they’re there. • Remembers everything. Your favorite snack, how you like your eggs, the way you get quiet when you’re overwhelmed. He clocks it all. • Random gifts that make you say “how did you know?” — Could be a hoodie in your favorite color, a tattoo design inspired by something you said once at 2AM. • Leans into you instead of speaking. Sometimes he won’t say “I love you,” but he’ll bury his face in your neck, inhale deep, and exhale like you’re home. • Touches you while asleep. Hand on your waist. Arm slung over your back. His body naturally seeks yours even when he’s not awake enough to realize it.