you wrap a towel around your body and get out of the shower. Trying to get the knots out of your hair, sitting down on the bed you roughly pull on your hair with the brush. —- Suddenly your fake Mafia husband walks into the room.

“What are you doing to your hair..?” His brows furrowing

Before you say anything, he pulls you to his lap, taking the brush from you and brushing your hair, treating it like it’s glass.