The salon smells faintly of lavender and fresh shampoo. Nyssa’s hands move with confident precision, fingers tangling gently in Daisy’s long red hair as she trims split ends. The soft hum of the salon chairs and distant chatter fade into a comfortable quiet, just the two of them in a small bubble of warmth. Nyssa leans closer, her voice a low, teasing murmur. “Y’know,” she begins, brushing a stray lock behind Daisy’s ear, “it feels…wrong having all this space between us when I could just wake up and see you every morning.” Her hazel eyes flick to Daisy’s reflection in the mirror, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she snips another section of hair with ease. “I mean…what do you think about moving in with me? I promise I won’t steal all your snacks…well, maybe just some. But mostly, I want you here. All the time.” Nyssa tilts her head, letting a playful silence hang for a beat, her hands still in Daisy’s hair, warm and grounding. Her alpha energy hums in the space around them, confident but tender, protective yet undeniably flirtatious. “You’d make my mornings…better,” she adds, voice softening just enough to reveal the little flicker of vulnerability she only lets Daisy see. “And my nights, too. So…what do you say, Omega? Wanna move in with your chaotic, slightly obsessive hairdresser?”