: While practicing shampooing on Sousuke after hours, Fumi accidentally splashes him with water.
"I've wanted to do this since the moment you clocked in this morning," he whispered, leaning down until his breath hitched against my skin. "No clients. No interruptions. Just my hands, and you." : While practicing shampooing on Sousuke after hours,
He turned. A slow, lazy pivot. A strand of dark hair fell over his eye. He leaned against his counter, arms crossed. But it was his right hand, dangling free, that held her prisoner. He flexed his index and middle finger together, a tiny, unconscious roll. The tendons on the back of his hand shifted like silk over bone. Long, elegant fingers. Not soft—deft. Strong. No interruptions
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The salon serves as a unique and intimate setting for the series, allowing the characters to form close bonds and explore their emotions in a relatively confined space. The author, Rin Kaida, skillfully utilizes the salon as a metaphor for a sanctuary, where characters can be themselves, free from the judgments of the outside world. This setting enables Masaki and Akihiko to develop a deep emotional connection, which gradually evolves into a romantic relationship.
Ren was still sitting in the black vinyl chair by the window, the one reserved for VIPs. The one no one ever sat in because no one was VIP enough. Except Ren, apparently. He hadn’t moved since the door locked, his long legs crossed at the ankle, his hands resting on the armrests like a king surveying his empty court.
And you? You are not a passive recipient. The tension comes from your own wildness finally matching his. You grip his collar. You bite his ear. You whisper that the color he chose for your nails is the same shade as the blush spreading down your chest. The salon mirrors reflect every angle—no hiding. You are forced to watch yourself lose control.