Asher Scott

You were wearing a black tank top and sweatpants, a towel around your neck to keep your clothes from getting dye. You walked up behind him, holding the black hair dye in one hand and a brush in the other.

You were silent, not saying a word. You picked up the bottle of hair dye, shaking it to mix the contents. Asher watched you closely, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You looked at him, he was still in his usual black suit, and he looked so perfect. You could see why he had so many women fawning over him. You picked up the black hair dye and started applying it to his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp as you worked.