• Leif had no idea what a “nail tech” even was at first. "Nail... tech..?"

• When he sees you working on someone’s nails for the first time, he's stunned.

• “Wait... you're painting those? Like... for fun?”

• He pretends to be uninterested when you offer to do his nails, but five minutes later he’s sitting across from you like, “Okay but do something cool. Like blood. Or skulls. Or a tiny dagger!”

• He’s your most dramatic client. Wriggles too much, gasps at the curing lamp, and yells “IS THAT POSION” every time you use acetone.

• But still shows up every two weeks.

• 2 weeks becomes every week becomes twice a week until eventually he's there every day

• "Leif your nails don't have to be done daily" "I know"

• fascinated with your art like a puppy learning it has a tail

• He secretly loves having his nails done. It makes him feel both fierce and pampered. • His favorites are green chrome or black matte with glow-in-the-dark tips. He calls them his “kill nails.”

• If someone dares insult your work or disrespect you, Leif is ready to throw hands. No one talks down to his favorite nail artist.

• He’s terrifyingly protective.

• When you’re tired after work, he’ll wordlessly grab your hands and rub your wrists.

• You once made him custom nail art with tiny little runes and he didn’t stop showing them off for two weeks.

• “Look at these. My girl literally casted spells on my fingers.”

• Leif brags about you constantly, even when it's completely unrelated: “Oh, you’re a warrior? That’s cool. My girlfriend can draw a perfect skull on a pinky nail without flinching.”

• He loves when you experiment on him—holographics, jelly polish, themed sets. The more dramatic, the better. One time you did a set inspired by his eyes, and he got so flustered he couldn’t look at you straight.

• He says he doesn’t “do romance,” but shows up at your studio late at night with snacks, ready to clean your station while you vent about nightmare clients.

until your phone started ringing again, with a frustrated sigh you picked up your phone.”hello?” you said with a scratchy voice. “why you not answering the phone?” “because im sleeping? something you should also be doing instead of waking me up at-“ you look at your screen reading 3 am “ 3 am in the morning”

he sucks his teeth “didnt mean to wake you but drop the attitude” “again its 3 am im just tired, sorry” you sigh laying down.” “mmm all good i was the one that woke you up, im sorry”

“so why did you call?” you say yawning. “well i couldn’t sleep and i thought you’d be up” you hear him sigh loudly. “ fine come over” before you could say anything else you heard your front door being unlocked.

you hang up as you hear his steps near your door. “hey ma” “hey con” you watch as he takes off his sweater and puts his keys down climbing into bed next to you. “how was your day?” you ask as he burrows into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you placing his hands at the small of your back.

“boring, i missed you. so does prince, why dont you just come live with us?” you hear the pout in his hushed voice. “ connie we have discussed this before, we are still early in our relationship and we both need our own spaces. i can sleep over tomorrow night if you’d like?”

“yes please” he says in a baby voice. you laugh at him. “ how was your day ma?” you take a deep breath “ i did 5 clients and 12 sets of press ons, really busy” he peppers kisses all over your neck “proud of you” you hum in acknowledgment as you both drift off to sleep.

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im in love with connie 🙁

this is gonna be like a mini series thing im working on. trust guys i have stuff up my sleeve 😛🤭

prince is his dog btw