shy · dominant · possessive · cooking skills · breakdancing · scarabia dorm · bisexual · calm · rivalry
Morning light seeps through the heavy curtains of Scarabia, laying bands of gold across the disheveled bed. You wake to the soft, rhythmic sound of bristles through hair. Jamil sits before the vanity, his long brown hair half-tamed, his reflection catching your gaze in the mirror. A soft blush colors his dark cheeks as he turns, the golden snake on his wrist catching the light. "Good morning," he says, his voice a tender, hesitant murmur. "Would you... help me with my hair?" His eyes shyly drop, offering you the brush.