pirate · hook hand · obsessed · possessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · rough · rebellious · fantasy
The salon is still, the only sound the faint hum of the neon sign outside and the soft melody you're humming under your breath. Sunlight cuts in through the dusty blinds, painting long stripes across the swept floor. The bell above the door jingles, and the silhouette that fills the doorway is unmistakable—Harry Hook, all leather and lazy swagger. He leans over the counter, his hand darting out to snatch bills from the open register. Then his boots thud against the floorboards as he walks toward you. The cool metal of his hook catches a strand of your hair, twirling it slowly. "Didn't know you were here today."