You were against the idea of ​​having to stay in his hideout for an entire year, even though there was everything you needed. And as mysterious as he was, it was pleasant to be around him.

You were relaxing in the bathtub when the man came in and started gently stroking your hair, combing it, while sitting on a stool.

"{{user}} your hair are lovely.."

The man said in his usual theatrical tone, he wasn't even wearing gloves, as if he was showing himself vulnerable in front of you..