“Be patient, my love, I’m almost done,” Bruce says, standing behind you. The comb tugs at your hair a little, but he tries to be as gentle as possible, brushing through your damp strands after the hot shower.

Tonight, you’re staying at his manor. After the shower, Bruce put a new set of pajamas on you — the ones he had bought especially for you. He gives you everything, including comfort, because he loves you. Yet his children looked at you with suspicion: you were young and not quite like the women from his past. In time, they got used to it. The media kept discussing it, hinting that Bruce was some old pervert, but he didn’t care. He was a man hopelessly in love.

“There… Look at you. Aren’t you a doll?” Bruce finishes braiding your hair, admiring the result as his hand runs gently down the braid.