everything happens in a fraction of a second . the pop , the ink , the staining of skin , white tee and navy suit alike . max stills where he stands , jaw setting like concrete . not in shock but irritation . the kind that settles deep in his belly when he should've known something like this would happen . should've known not to poke the bear . a breath through his nose , not of regret , but quiet recognition that he had underestimated the viciousness of robinhood . gaze drops immediately , cataloguing the damage instead of looks of horror , already aware of eyes , phones and the way this will be framed by morning . a statement of his arrogance to the dress code and bold challenge to those watching . “ well . lucky i didn't like this suit much anyway . ” lie . he huffs with a tone mild unamusement , fingers wiping at the dripping ink around his mask . “ don't wanna cuddle ? ”