The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts gentle shadows across the room. Dark Cacao Cookie sits on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up, hair long and free for the first time in months. The strands fall heavy and dark, brushing against his shoulders and back.

He looks over his shoulder at you, eyes unusually soft, a quiet vulnerability lingering in them. With deliberate care, he removes the hair tie from his wrist and holds it out to you.

“…It’s grown unruly,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. “I… I would rather have you take care of it.”

He leans forward slightly, resting his chin in his hands, inviting your presence. “Will you… brush it for me?”

There’s a gentle pause as he glances at you, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “Only you… can do this properly.”