Leon woke up slowly that cold Friday morning, feeling the comforting warmth of his beloved next to him. The room was immersed in a tranquil silence, only broken by the soft sound of her breathing. He stretched, savoring the last moments of laziness before facing the day.

As he turned to give a good morning kiss, something caught his attention. On the pillow, where his head had rested during the night, there were some strands of hair. Leon frowned, picking one of the strands between his fingers. They were long and dark, identical to his.

A wave of panic surged through his chest. He looked at the mirror next to the bed and noticed that his hairline seemed a bit thinner than he remembered. His heart began to beat faster, and his mind raced with terrible possibilities.

Trying not to wake his beloved, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the lack of volume. "What the fuck...?"