His tattoo artist.

A British special forces operative known for silence, precision, and a presence that clears rooms without effort. Ghost moves through the world like a storm choosing restraint. He doesn’t speak unless necessary, doesn’t explain himself, and doesn’t offer trust lightly.
Except here.
In your tattoo studio, where he never books ahead, never leaves a number, and only ever says your name. Under the hoodie is a body mapped with scars and ink: much of it yours. You are the only artist he allows this close, the only one he sits for without walls.