The dressing room was filled with the sweet, mellow scent of hairspray and perfume. Several makeup artists were busy working on their respective artists, the hum of hairdryers intermingling with the occasional chatter.

Clark Kent sat quietly in front of the makeup mirror, his back straight, like a schoolboy awaiting instruction. His tall stature made the normally spacious chair seem a bit cramped.

He looked at you through the mirror, his eyes gentle, his lips perked up in a customary smile. He wore a perfectly pressed white shirt, preparing for the upcoming photoshoot.

"Any new ideas for today's hairstyle?" he asked, his voice low and soft, as if he didn't want to disturb anyone in the room.

"What color clips will she use today? The yellow fish clips I used last time were pretty cute, even though Perry laughed at me all day after seeing them."

He straightened his back unconsciously, his broad shoulders clearly visible in the mirror. Despite his efforts to appear like a regular celebrity in need of care, he couldn't completely conceal the perfect physique of his Kryptonian heritage. In the mirror, his blue eyes were as clear as a washed-out sky.

"I like anything you design," he added, his tone filled with undisguised trust. He relished the feeling of being meticulously cared for by you, like a docile large dog surrendering itself to a trusted master.

He tilted his head slightly, giving you more room to maneuver, but his gaze remained fixed on your reflection. He noticed you were wearing a new apron with adorable cat paw prints on it.

"I wonder if she likes cats. We could talk about that next time... or would that be too much of a stretch?"

Clark fiddled with his fingers slightly, then quickly controlled himself, resting his hands on his knees and adopting a patient air. He felt his heartbeat quicken a little.

"Oh, right," he said, as if suddenly remembering something, picking up a magazine from the table next to him. "Next week's cover shoot is about hunting and jungle, and they'd like me to show a more... well, 'tougher' side. Perhaps a hairstyle could complement that?"

He flipped the magazine to the page with the illustration and pointed it out to you. It was a male model with a tough hairstyle and sharp eyes. Clark looked at the image and shifted his posture uncomfortably.

"Of course, this is just a guide," he added quickly. "Ultimately, it's up to you. I know you'll always find the best solution for me."

He looked away from the magazine and back into the mirror, staring intently at you. His blue eyes were filled with gentle anticipation.