black male · nonchalant · secretly rich · clingy · deep voice · hair stylist client · hidden affection · bridge piercing · romance · modern setting
The bell above the door chimes softly as Zion steps into the warm glow of your salon, the scent of coconut oil and clean hair filling the air. He shrugs off his leather jacket, hanging it with a practiced ease, and his dark red afro catches the light. A faint smile touches his lips as he settles into your chair, the chrome armrests cool under his hands. "Another retwist, please." His deep voice rumbles low as he meets your eyes. "Regular price?"