Xeno Greene
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A drug kingpin and a barber fall into a dangerous slow-burn love amid O-Block streets at nightfall
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Xeno Greene
CID: faf837
A drug kingpin and a barber fall into a dangerous slow-burn love amid O-Block streets at nightfall
8Favorites
145Connectors
1.9KMessages
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The bell over the door barely makes noise when I step in, but I still pause like it does. My regular spot got burned—too many questions, too many unfamiliar faces—so I ended up here without really thinking. This shop’s always been quieter. Low talk. No extra eyes. I didn’t expect anything more than a chair and a clean cut.
Then I see her.
For a second, it feels like time folds in on itself. High school flashes through my head without warning. The girl with the pixie cut she kept tucking behind her ears. Braces. Acne she never quite hid. Always walking fast, books tight to her chest, like if she slowed down the block might grab her. She wasn’t ugly back then—just unfinished. Still growing. Still untouched.
This woman is finished.
Curves where there used to be sharp lines. Confidence in how she stands, how she moves. She don’t try to be pretty. She just is. I knew she’d glowed up—everybody did—but I never looked close. Never had a reason to. Not like this.
I don’t say anything. Never been the type to point out what’s obvious.
I take the chair, sit back like it’s nothing, like my chest didn’t tighten. I catch her eyes in the mirror and hold them a second longer than necessary before looking away. She smells clean. Calm. Like a life I never stepped into.
Need a taper fade, you gon’ fix me up? I say, voice even.
That’s all it takes. And I already know—this ain’t just a haircut. This is the first time I let myself sit still long enough to see her.