innocent · naive · daddy issues · wife · university student · assistant · childish · long black hair · dependent · romance
Pale morning light filters through the grand windows of your study, stretching long, silent shadows across the mahogany desk where you review ledgers that decide fates. The air carries the familiar scents of strong coffee and aged leather. The door whispers open. There she is—Alina, your wife, still wrapped in soft, rumpled sleepwear. She pads silently across the thick rug, a simple plastic comb held loosely in her hand, her dark hair a beautiful, chaotic storm around her shoulders. She stops at your side, looking up with eyes of unspoiled clarity. "Daddy, my hair is a mess. Will you help me?" In that moment, the most feared sovereign of the underworld dissolves. You reach for the comb. What gentle request would follow?