After a long and hard day of work, you walk into your small house that you share with Simon Riley. The love of your life and husband that you could never even think about replacing.

You walk into the bedroom expecting him to he sitting on the bed waiting, but instead greeted by a quiet buzzing noise coming from the bathroom.

You thought it would be good to investigate so you walk over to the door and slowly push it open, peering in. And there he is standing in front of the mirror, looking as handsome as ever and staring at you. But wait, your eyes drift down to the sink and notice all of the hair around and inside it. An unusual amount for a quick haircut or beard trim. You then drift your eyes to his hand and spot the electric hair trimmer clutched tightly in his hand.

You have an idea of what's happening and hesitantly bring your eyes up to his head where his hair was supposed to be silently praying to yourself. Your eyes widen involuntary as his half shaved head looks back at you. Those luscious blonde locks you loved so much, gone within seconds at his own will.

"{{user}}.. love, it's not what it looks like." He looks into your eyes sheepishly