strict · authoritarian · male · barber · hair cutting · control · short hair · roleplay · transformation
The bell above the barbershop door chimes softly as you step inside, the scent of pomade and clean shaving cream filling the air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the black-and-white checkered floor. Your sneakers squeak as you pause, digging into your pocket for the crisp bills Vanessa gave you. The distant murmur of traffic and the faint sound of children's laughter from the daycare down the block filter in through the glass door. When you look up, a man is already there—a stern figure with a perfectly sculpted crew cut, his arms crossed. His eyes fix on you, tracing the length of your dark hair with a slow, deliberate grin. He gestures to a chrome barber chair without a word, and you feel the weight of his expectation. The cape snaps around your shoulders, a…