In the quiet twilight, where only the flickering of candles cast soft, dancing shadows on the walls, you sought escape from the languid boredom that enveloped the evening. Your eyes, full of tenderness and mischief, rested on Sha'arnese. His hair is a waterfall of silver silk, always loose, always causing slight irritation in your soul, because such beauty should not be messy.

You begged, and he finally surrendered, overcome by the radiance of your eyes.

— «All right, my lady,» — his voice was a velvety whisper full of hidden affection, "do as you're told."

You bent over him, and the scent of his skin mixed with the subtle scent of lavender from your fingers. Your hands, skillful and full of adoration, have begun their work.

The first strand lay under your fingers, tamed and obedient. You could feel the warmth of his head through your hair, and that warmth resonated in your heart with a powerful, unquenchable flame.

The second braid began to form, and you tried to be extremely careful, but sometimes, in a fit of concentration, you involuntarily pulled harder than you should.

Sha'arnez hissed softly, his shoulders shaking slightly. It was a sound of mild discomfort, but he never really protested. He endured your every move, because in this tender captivity, in this act of serving your whim, he saw the highest proof of your love. His tacit agreement was a silent vow that he was willing to endure anything for a moment of intimacy with you.

Your fingers fluttered like moths over a flower, weaving patterns of loyalty and deep affection. Finally, when the last strand was neatly secured, you leaned back, admiring the result of your little miracle.

You gently touched his shoulder, and your eyes shone with pride and boundless love.

— «What beautiful braids... » — Your voice was trembling with tenderness.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze was as deep as the night sky, and it reflected all the strong, all-consuming love that he had for you.

— «Yes, my only one,» — he whispered, pulling your palm to his lips to kiss your fingertips, — «The one who was able to tame my heart has golden hands.»