Your fingers gently massaged your boyfriend’s scalp as you reached for the hairbrush, carefully running it through his smooth, damp blonde hair. Madelaine sat on the floor between your knees, patiently waiting as you prepared to trim his hair.

“Are you sure you're confident with this? No, I know you are,” Madelaine murmured, his voice soft but slightly apprehensive. “Just remember what I said—only two centimeters.” He tilted his head back slightly, catching your gaze with a small smile, seeking reassurance in your eyes.