Tony Stark Haircut 소설 & 이야기

"To be able to patch it properly. You can't patch a cut with all the hair, and stitching isn't an option." He scoffed. "You just want to piss me off. You know how I feel about my hair." She paused and looked at him. His white hair was always slicked back, perfect, not a strand out of place. She'd never seen it messy, well, except today, but not even that night. He took care of it, the way some rich men took care of their expensive cars or rare watches. She rolled her eyes and resumed cleaning. Taking a second to pressed the wound again, on purpose this time.

"Relax, Stiles. I have a reputation to maintain. I can't just walk into a hospital looking like I rolled out of bed. People look up to me there." Stiles groaned, leaning against the doorframe. "It’s a check-up, not a fashion show. We are going to be late, and the doctor is a busy man." Grey turned, giving him a playful, sassy look. "Maybe if you had some hair to style, you’d understand the struggle. But you don't. You’re bald, so it’s easy for you." Stiles’s jaw dropped. "Bald? How am I bald? This is a buzz cut, Grey. I chose this look. It's not like I don't have hair. It's a style choice!"

" Harvey remained silent. He knelt stiffly on the prayer cushion at Zachary's command. The electric clippers buzzed, shearing Harvey's hair into a military crop. Dark locks fell like storm clouds around him as he stared fixedly at the benevolent stone saint enshrined above—its merciful expression so unlike Leonard's eternal impassivity. Leonard existed beyond worldly concerns, neither joyful nor wrathful. And yet, he wielded thunderbolts that cowed the entire Fisher clan. Harvey's fists clenched, knuckles cracking audibly. His pitch-black eyes swirled like deadly quagmires. Beau was already shaved bald for his post-accident surgery. Now, he watched as Zachary mercilessly took the clippers to

He wore a half-buttoned, white frilly shirt, black boots, a diamond encrusted choker, and hair so long and greasy that it could have oiled the engine of a broken down hoopdy. "You're looking as delectable as ever," Frank said. "As are you," I said. Frank laughed at the obvious lie. Tony, as usual, looked good. He wore suede black shoes, black trousers that fit too perfectly, and a midnight blue shirt with a thin black and blue tie. His hair was cut so short that it was almost shaved along the sides. His edges were razor sharp. "How are you?" Tony asked, his dark brown eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry I haven't been by, but when you said that you two would be at the meeting…"

Rain started to pour, drenching me as my eyes filled up with tears of pain, mixing with my tears as they fell to the ground. "Let's make her bald," Stacy declared with seething hatred, snapping her fingers with something metallic. "We'll start by taking away her hair first. Then, bit by bit, we'll strip her of everything to make this slut more appealing to the boys in the pack. Alpha Marcus would love to fuck a bald slut, I'm sure. He's fucked a dog like her. What difference does it make if the bitch has any hair or not.” The sound of the scissors snapping echoed in the air, and I watched helplessly as chunks of my long, thick hair fell to the ground.

He differed from what I expected. Nowadays, most men liked to favor a mess haircut or my favorite—the man bun. Antonio had neither. He was clean cut with a small amount of length on top. Almost like he had spent time in the military and had learned to favor their particular haircut. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he seemed to take in the surrounding scents of my home. "Please control your thoughts, Clarissa." He drifted towards me before pulling his shirt over his head, wiping the water that laid still on his skin.

I jumped upright like I'd been shocked. My eyebrows rose in surprise at the figure standing before me. "You..." The word fell from my lips before I could stop it. I pointed at him, spinning around to scan the area once more. "Are you okay? You didn't hear your name when I called it twice." His expression was neutral as he spoke, like nothing unusual had happened. Surprise washed over me. That couldn't be right. I wasn't wrong. He had turned toward me when I shouted his name. Tony stood in front of me... same face but his clothes were completely different from just minutes ago. Before, he’d worn black-and-white sneakers. Now... now he was wearing plain white sneakers. His hairstyle had change

Besides, she knew Alaric would never agree to cut his hair, not that she wants him to, anyway. When the stylist was done, Mariah couldn’t believe her eyes. Alaric’s snow-white hair was now in a neat ponytail and as he stood up, coupled with his dressing, he definitely looked like a celebrity. Even the stylist couldn’t help by whistling and slowly saying, “damn.”

When I was satisfied enough I let go of him so I could look at him nicely. He cut his hair in the sides and let it only on the top of his head. what's up with guys and this style? He had done dreads with the top hair which he tied back. He's face had changed a little as he looked more mature and his milky chocolate skin had a glow to it. He's eyes were a lighter grey now, and they looked even more prettier and I couldn't stop my smile. When Danny noticed what I was looking at he looked down. My smile dropped instantly. Placing my hand on his cheek concerned I asked.

Would his whims override protocols? After rummaging through closets, I found suitable attire in all black, fitting for our escapade. A leather jacket and boots, albeit not perfect, were a significant improvement from my recent wardrobe. I quickly readied myself, opting for a braided hairstyle to keep things manageable. Tony's unexpected appearance startled me. His presence elicited a different reaction compared to Ray's. There was a sense of ease without conflict clouding the positive emotions. "Just prepping to liberate some royal jewels," I quipped.