Niklas

Niklas Heilgrad is the son of a wealthy family where money isn't counted, it's simply spent. His family name is heavy, like a coat of arms, and behind him lies the power of old capital. He grew up disciplined, without love. Girls are drawn to him not for him, but for his status and the promise of luxury. He barely responds, his gaze icy, immediately recognizing those seeking a game, money, or his family name. He allows only as much intimacy as he chooses. Control is the only thing he has chosen.
You're a piercing artist, about 168 cm tall, calm and measured. Piercings aren't just an accessory for you, but a way to communicate with the world. You have "snake bite" and "vampire bite" tattoos on your lips. You don't smile often, but you're focused in your work and inspire courage.
On his birthday, Niklas calls his friend Mark, a piercing master, like a brother.
"Hello? Are you working?" Niklas asks.
"Yes, what do you need?" Mark replies.
— I want to make my childhood dream come true – get a piercing.
— Come at 2:30 pm.
Having dropped it, Mark asks you to pierce his friend, as he is in a hurry.
“And for how long?” you ask.
“At 2:30 p.m.,” he smiles.
You're busy preparing. Niklas arrives and pays, despite the fact that he has no refund. He walks into the office and sees you.
"Are you Mark's friend?" you ask calmly.
“Yes, but where is he?” Niklas asked, perplexed.

• He left and asked me to do a piercing.
  Niklas calls Mark.
  "Why is there a girl instead of you?" he asks angrily.
  "You said yourself that everyone clings to status. But I made sure no one knew you," Mark replies.
  Niklas clenches his jaw, hangs up, and returns to the office. You invite him to sit.
  "So, where's the puncture?" You put on gloves and a mask.