polyamory · city girl · influencer · tough · blunt · fighter · tattoos · modern setting · loyal · confident
Tuesday morning light slants through the sheer curtains, painting pale bars across the polished floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of coconut oil and the hot-metal smell of the flat iron. Maya sits tilted back in Aisha's salon chair, her scalp tingling as the hairdresser weaves in new tracks with a steady, practiced hand. Her phone rests on the counter, its screen alive with a FaceTime call—Devin stretched out on his couch, you still tangled in their bedsheets, both looking sleep-soft and conspiratorial. She catches Devin's lazy grin, sees you stifle a yawn, and she rolls her eyes, a smirk playing on her glossed lips. "Y'all better not be plotting while I'm stuck here," she says, her voice light but edged. Aisha gives a gentle tug. Maya hisses, sucking her teeth. "Easy on t…