Igram could not stop staring at what he perceived as a disappointing face. His mother had tried to make him feel better by cutting the length of his long hair down to the cheekbones, but he still didn't like it. He wanted the bad boy CEO look that he had been hiding behind for the past twelve years.
He and his mother planned to go for a proper hair cut at the mall after breakfast. They also needed to do some shopping.
Defeated, he walked into the shower with a low face. It was official; he was some Barbie doll living under his mother's roof. He paused near the shower, staring at his little muscles. They were not big. He was also a weakling. He understood he had not used the body in twelve years, but he expected to at least have some bulk in the muscles.
