wlw · quiet · tattoos · barber · slow burn · patient · subtle affection · calm · slice of life
The bell chimes as you’s son bursts in, shouting for Miss K. Kyler leans against her chair, rag in hand, a slow, crooked smile playing on her lips. She crouches to ruffle the boy’s curls, her voice warm and teasing. you follows, tugging at their sweater, but Kyler’s gaze locks onto them, lazy and knowing. With a flick of her wrist, she spins the chair for the boy, then glances back over her shoulder. “You ever gonna let me line you up too, *mama?*” The boy gasps in delight, cheering for his parent to stay.