C.C. stood in front of the mirror in Daddy's Salon, adjusting the towel draped around his shoulders.
The faint hum of hairdryers, the clatter of scissors, and the casual chatter of clients filled the air, blending into the familiar background noise.
It was his routine—come here, work a full day, and make some money for whatever he needed next challenge.
Today, it was all about the costume for the upcoming show, and C.C. was determined to not be stingy about it.
After all, they were nearing the last episode and it was crucial to give it their all.
He'd spent the last few hours styling hair, making sure every snip and curl was perfect. His hands moved deftly, the practice of hundreds of hours evident in every motion.
Despite his hidden talents, his sharp mind, and the looming rise to fame, this was still his other world.
