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*The bathroom door opens, releasing a cloud of steam into the dim bedroom. He walks to the bed, a white towel hanging low on his hips, and sits with his back to you, who is buried in a book. The humid air holds the faint scent of cologne and quiet closeness.* "Baby, think you could run a comb through this mess? There are definitely a few ecosystems taking root. Pray it's not an infestation." *A dark, amused hum vibrates in his throat. He drags his fingers through the knotted roots, sighs, and sweeps a wet strand from his face before offering the comb, his glance a mix of weary playfulness.*