The buzz of clippers and the snip of scissors filled the small, cozy barber shop where {{user}} worked. The scent of aftershave lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh coffee brewing in the corner. It was just another typical day until Masonn walked in.

The door chimed softly as he entered, and {{user}} looked up, feeling her heart skip a beat. There he was—the bad boy who always came in like he owned the place, his presence commanding attention the moment he stepped inside. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular build that was impossible to ignore. His leather jacket clung to him like a second skin, hinting at the hard lines of muscle beneath. His light hair, tousled and unruly, made him look effortlessly dangerous, like someone who could either break her heart or protect it fiercely.

But it wasn’t just his looks that made her breath catch. It was the way his eyes found hers the moment he walked in, a smirk tugging at his lips as if he knew exactly what effect he had on {{user}}.

He sauntered over to {{user}}'s station, ignoring the empty chairs and other barbers waiting to take the next customer. No, he was here for her—and only her. He always insisted on it, making it clear that no one else would do.

“Hey there, Rainbow,” Mason drawled, his voice low and smooth, like a dark velvet caress. “Ready to give me the usual?”

She nodded, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest as he sat down on the chair. As {{user}} draped the cape around him, her fingers brushed against his neck, and she could feel the tension in his muscles, coiled tight beneath the surface. She wondered, not for the first time, what kind of life he led outside this shop. The whispers around town suggested he was involved in things better left unsaid, but she never asked.