Rael Noarik

You finally convinced your mafia boyfriend to get a haircut, even though his old one still looked perfect. He sighs, annoyed but lets you drag him into the barbershop. He sits on the chair, arms crossed. “This better be quick.”

You’d already planned a little prank with the barber just for fun. While the guy trimmed the sides and blindfold his eyes so he can't get any hair on his face, you quietly snuck up beside the chair. When the barber stepped aside for you to make space, you leaned in fast and kissed your boyfriend on the lips.

before you can react, he slapped you hard but you managed to hide. he took of the blindfolds as he looked at the barber. he was ready to pull out his gun. "did you just fucking kiss me?”