Queen

He'll never kiss you again.

A part of me deep down couldn't help but think that was the case. I had no romantic feelings for Dimitri at all but these past few days...I haven't been great. My mind didn't seem to be rational when I was sleep-deprived and I've already hurt Syn multiple times.

My only question was why I couldn't have that same fight when it was truly against Dimitri. I'd wake up to see bruises on Syn and me from my doing and Dimitri had no blemishes that were caused by me.

The truth of the matter was that he took a lot of the fight out of me. Syn, on the other hand, made me fearless, stronger, powerful...maybe the subconscious part of me knew that and took advantage.

"Let's just get on with this," I whispered as I sat on the chair I placed in the restroom.

"You realize this has absolutely nothing to do with me not wanting you, right?" He asked. "Not giving in and giving you time to heal is killing me, but I think you need it."

I looked up at him and I could see the honesty in his expression. His hesitance was a way to protect me and for that, I was thankful even though I didn't feel like I wanted it. Even when he didn't remember me he was putting my needs above his.

"Thank you," I said.

"Thank me after I give you the best haircut ever," he said. He leaned off of the counter and removed a towel and placed it onto my shoulders.

"Mhmm, have you ever done this before?" I asked.

"As I said before, it can't be that hard. I've cut stuff before." I locked eyes with him in the mirror and he shrugged. "Trust me, Princess. You can cut my hair afterward."

"Okay," I said with a nod as I sat up straight. I gave myself a confident look in the mirror and took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

"It might be easier if you close your eyes," he said.

I did as he said and I felt him take a portion of my hair and cut it. My breath caught every time I felt the motion of the scissors but I remained calm and quiet.
It continued until the movements no longer bothered me and I relaxed into the chair.

"You're being a very good girl," he said as he kissed my forehead.

"Syn, stopppp," I squealed lowly as I covered my face. He let out a deep chuckle as he continued cutting my hair and I smiled. "I deserve a reward or something, huh?"

He stopped cutting my hair and crouched down to my level. "What type of reward?"

It was in my nature around him to say something sexual or to flirt with him, but I couldn't. After his admission about wanting to take things slow for my sake, I figured I wouldn't make things harder for him.

"Candy, from wherever you're taking me tonight."

He nodded and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. "That can be arranged." I grinned at him and he stood up to continue my hair. After ten or so more minutes, he set the scissors down and laid his hands on my shoulders.

"And we're done," he announced.

I finally looked up at the mirror and took in my new hairstyle. Gone were my long curls that went down my back and in its place was a short and curly bob that ended a little bit above my shoulders.

I tilted my head and ran my hands through it. Syn watched me as I tried different styles and after a few moments, I slumped down in my chair and looked at him in our reflection.

"I love it," I said.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah, I do," I said honestly. "Do I look different enough?"

"Kind of, but you will after the dye and contacts."

"Okay," I said as I stood up. "Your turn, Synny."

He groaned at the nickname but sat down in the chair. I laughed at his large frame in the now seemingly small chair and he rolled his eyes. "Let's get this over with."

I walked to a drawer in the restroom, pulled out a handful of hair ties, and handed them to him. "What do you want me to do with these?" He asked.

"Pass me one at a time," I said as I stretched the one in my fingers. I tied a part of his wavy hair with one tie and held my hand out for another. We did the same thing until his hair was split up in portions by colorful hair ties and I stepped back.

"Are you going to cut them like this?" He asked.

"Oh," I said with surprise. "I could do that."

He furrowed his brows and looked up at me. "If that wasn't what you were thinking then what is this for?"

I looked up at his hair and giggled maniacally. "I wanted to see how you'd look. So pretty," I cooed as I cupped his cheeks.

He slapped my hands away and crossed his arms. "You're adorable, Syn."

"I never want to hear my name in the same sentence as adorable again, Queen," he mumbled in a grumpy voice.

"You'll hear it again." I moved to the drawer nearby and pulled out a shaver and plugged it in. "What would you like me to do for you?"

"Have YOU ever done this before?"

"No," I answered as I moved behind him. "But it can't be that hard just..." I moved the shaver along his head and his mouth dropped when his hair fell onto his shoulders. "See? Easy."

"Queen, I'm trusting you. Don't fuck me up," he said with a small laugh as he gathered the hair I cut.

"Don't worry, I got you."

I was slow and precise with his hair. It felt weird to mess up any part of him in this way because he felt so perfect. So with trembling hands, I tried my best and almost an hour and a half later, I was done.

He didn't once question my slowness and I was thankful for it. How could I explain to him that he was too beautiful to mess up?

"Done?" He asked as he looked up at me.

"Does it not look done?" I asked nervously.

He smiled at me and looked at the mirror. "Not bad, Princess."

When I began cutting his hair I was thinking about trimming it all over but I decided to shorten the sides and leave the top a bit longer. If I didn't do it, I'd think it looked hot as fuck on him. It still did but I was too busy looking for flaws in my work.

"Stop," he warned.

"Stop what?"

"It looks good, I promise. Maybe in another life, you could've been a barber," he teased.

I smiled at his compliment and set the clippers down. "Thank you."

"Now we dye it," he said with a sigh.

"You don't have to make yours green," I added.

He let out a sigh of relief and I giggled softly. "Thank fuck. Green isn't my color." I laughed again and he glanced at his watch and then back at me. "It's almost 2 pm. I want us to get out of here by 6."

"You're not going to tell me where we're going?"

"Nope, it's a surprise."

"Fine. As long as you don't take me to a cemetery again."

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Author's Note
Ahaha....👀

He better not take her to a cemetery chile...Queen deserves a good time after all this mess I put her through. Since y'all have a problem when I'm clueless🙄😂. Not my fault though again. 🥲
Where do you think they'll go?🤪
Lmk your thoughts ✨