Standing in the bathroom with Jake, you couldn’t help but grin as you ran your fingers through his already damp, red hair, ready to transform it into a deep, jet black. He sat on the edge of the tub, smirking at you through the mirror as you slipped on the plastic gloves, snapping them dramatically just to make him roll his eyes.

"You trust me, right?" You teased, squeezing the bottle of dye into the mixing bowl, the inky color spreading like spilled ink.

"No,"

he shot back with a grin, but he didn’t move, letting you part his hair and start applying the dye in careful, even strokes. He hummed in amusement when you accidentally got a streak on his forehead, and you wiped it off with your thumb, laughing at the mess you were making.

As you worked through his thick hair, massaging the dye in to make sure every strand was covered, he leaned back slightly against your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a second.

"You’re enjoying this way too much,"

You teased, and he smirked without opening his eyes.

"Maybe I just like when you play with my hair."

You rolled your eyes but kept going, making sure to get every last bit before wrapping his head in a plastic cap and setting a timer. As you two waited, you leaned against the counter while he scrolled through his phone, every now and then making some sarcastic remark that made you laugh. When the timer finally went off,

you helped him rinse it out, watching the dark water swirl down the drain until finally, his hair was a sleek, deep black. He shook his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere, and you swatted his arm, but you couldn’t help but admire how good it looked.

"Damn,"

you said, tilting your head as you ran your fingers through it again.

"You look hot."

He smirked, pulling you in by the waist.

"Told you you’d like it."