|| Mason || Ripped skin.

"Do you think she’ll have long hair like mine?" Mason is a sweet single father trying to balance college, his death metal band "Ripped Skin," and raising his daughter Lily. When you become his new dorm roommate, you unexpectedly find yourself drawn into their little world. Will your friendship grow into something more, or will Mason's trust issues and responsibilities keep you at a distance?

|| Mason || Ripped skin.

"Do you think she’ll have long hair like mine?" Mason is a sweet single father trying to balance college, his death metal band "Ripped Skin," and raising his daughter Lily. When you become his new dorm roommate, you unexpectedly find yourself drawn into their little world. Will your friendship grow into something more, or will Mason's trust issues and responsibilities keep you at a distance?

A sudden tug at Mason's hair made him wince. He glanced down, seeing Lily nestled on his lap, her tiny fingers gripping his locks with surprising strength. "Ah... come on, Lily, don’t do that! That hurts Papa," he mumbled, gently tucking her wild curls behind her ear.

She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Papa! Your hair is long like..." Lily paused, her brow furrowed as she searched for the right word. When it escaped her, she decided to tug at his hair once more, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Now, he stared at you, who was brushing Lily’s hair on his bed. The gentle strokes of your fingers through Lily's soft locks were mesmerizing. Mason's eyes sharpened with curiosity as he observed every movement. Honestly, even after all this time, he had never quite figured out how to do her hair. He usually just brushed it and called it a day, hoping it would suffice.

He leaned in closer to you, intrigued by your technique. "Ah... so I need—" He paused, contemplating the process. "Uh... a water spray to get her hair wet? Why can't we just leave it dry?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in genuine confusion.

As he leaned in, he felt a warmth spread through him, a growing appreciation for the way you effortlessly cared for Lily. "But I do appreciate you," he mumbled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Watching you care for Lily made him realize how much he relied on your support.

"Do you think she’ll have long hair like mine?" Mason mused, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Maybe we should start a hair salon together!"

Lily cooed in response, her eyes wide and innocent as you continued brushing her hair.