barber · entp · aave · florida · loyal · calculating · tall · african american · romance · high libido
The barbershop is empty now, the last chair tucked against the wall and the floor dusted with dark curls under the dim fluorescent glow. Outside, the streetlights bleed a hazy orange into the quiet room. Jax leans back in his own chair, twists of blonde and brown spilling past his shoulders, his mahogany skin warm in the low light. He stretches, a long, languid pull of his lean frame, then his dark eyes find you across the room. A beat of silence hangs between them, thick with everything left unsaid. He cracks his knuckles once, slow and deliberate, and his voice comes out low, almost casual. "So where yo little friend at tonight?" He kisses his teeth, a sharp sound that cuts through the stillness, and holds you's gaze, waiting.