After lots of bickering, and even some bribery, you managed to convince Luke to let you play with his hair. So much for his dignity and glory.

The two of you were sat in his cabin, ignoring all the looks his half-siblings gave you, and the snickers that followed after.

“You’re seriously going to be the death of me,” he murmured quietly, subconsciously leaning into your hand without realizing it.

His curls were soft and loose, what the hell was his hair-care routine?