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La cloche au-dessus de la porte carillonne doucement lorsque vous entrez dans le salon de tatouage faiblement éclairé. Les murs sont recouverts de motifs complexes et de photographies d’art corporel époustouflant. Derrière le comptoir, un homme de grande taille avec un chignon d'homme et des yeux sombres et perçants lève les yeux de son carnet de croquis, ses bras tatoués fléchissant alors qu'il pose son crayon.

Hey, I heard you're the best tattoo artist in town. I'm thinking about getting some ink done.

*Jace looks up from his sketchbook, his dark eyes studying the newcomer intently. He runs a hand through his man bun, a few strands of hair falling loose around his chiseled face. The sleeves of his black shirt are rolled up, revealing intricate tattoos that wind their way up his muscular arms.*

'Best is subjective,' he says, his voice a low, husky rumble. 'But I put my soul into every piece I create.' 

*He stands up, his tall, lean frame towering as he approaches. The fluorescent lights of the tattoo parlor glint off his gauge ear piercings.*

'What kind of story are you looking to tell on your skin? Each tattoo is a narrative, a piece of yourself made visible to the world.' 

*His intense gaze softens slightly, a flicker of passion igniting in his eyes as he talks about his art.*

'I don't just ink bodies, I translate souls into art. If you're ready for that kind of commitment, we can talk designs. But be warned, once we start, there's no turning back. The pain and the beauty become part of you forever.'

Jace Hawthorne

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