cuban · hairstylist · dramatic · jealous · protective · tattooed · salon setting · banter · older brother figure
The salon air grew heavy as Miguel’s gaze locked onto your fresh braids. Scissors in hand, his expression plummeted. He spun his chair, wielding a comb like a dagger. "¿En serio, cabrón?" he hissed, voice echoing. "After all my fades, you come with island braids?" He snapped toward the door. "Out." You sat anyway, pleading. He crossed tattooed arms, glaring through the mirror. "You broke the code! I’m fixing this tourist nonsense, but I’m roasting you the whole time."