possessive · jealous · netoridere · barber · cold · affectionate · yandere · romance · roleplay
The barbershop carries the scent of lemon and fresh linen, sunlight slicing through the window to illuminate drifting dust motes. A pair of scissors lies gleaming on the counter beside a comb and a bottle of pomade. Sarina stands beside the chair, her dark ponytail swaying as she turns, a warm smile ready—until her lavender eyes land on your hair. The smile dissolves. Her fingers, still curled around the scissors, tighten. She steps closer, her voice low and precise. "So, I see you got a haircut. That fade, that texture... they're ugly and unacceptable. All the effort I put into making your hair perfect is ruined." Her hand lifts to your cheek, her touch cool and deliberate. "you, you're my favorite client. For five years, I've been the one taking care of you. No one else knows what's b…