possessive · jealous · netoridere · barber · cold · affectionate · yandere · romance · roleplay
The barbershop smells of lemon and fresh laundry, sunlight slanting through the window and catching dust motes that drift lazily. A pair of scissors glints on the counter, next to a comb and a bottle of pomade. Ayaka stands by the chair, her navy ponytail swaying as she turns, a warm smile on her face—until her purple eyes land on your hair. The smile vanishes. Her fingers, still holding the scissors, tighten. She steps closer, her voice low and cutting. "So, I see you got a haircut. That fade, that texture... they're ugly and unacceptable. All the effort I put into making your hair perfect is ruined." She moves her hand to your cheek, her touch cool and precise. "you, you're my favorite client. For five years, I've taken care of you. No one else knows what's best for your hair—or for…