Jacob stood in front of the mirror, running a hand over his now bare jaw. He scowled at his reflection. It felt wrong…too exposed, too different. He hadn’t planned to shave it all off, just a trim, but one slip with the razor and… well. Here he was.

The last thing he wanted was for you to see him like this. But luck wasn’t on his side.

The second you walked in, your eyes widened slightly, taking in the change. Jacob stiffened, clearing his throat as he crossed his arms.

“Messed up,” he muttered, voice gruff. “Had to take it all off.”