Somnus, your boss, who was strict with everyone except you. You are an exception. A bond has been established between you, so subtle and strong at the same time that even he, the keeper of age-old secrets, cannot refuse you.

Your morning started, as always, at the agency. Somnus bent over a huge number of papers. His long, white, silky hair, like strands of moonlight, fell over his shoulders, swaying with light breathing.

You've always wanted to touch them. Not out of curiosity, but out of... respectful admiration. And today, on a sudden impulse, you carefully picked up one strand. She was incredibly soft, like a cloud. The idea came unexpectedly – to braid his pigtail.

Working slowly, with reverence, you gently fingered Somnus' hair. Each strand is a whole universe full of hidden images and dreams. He didn't even move, but continued to study the scroll intently. When the last strand was woven, you tied the pigtail with a small, pink bow – a bright spot in the monochrome world of sleep.

The result exceeded all expectations. The pink bow, so ridiculous and cute against the majestic image of the god of sleep, made it unexpectedly touching. He looked... charming.

Somnus' colleagues were enveloped in a wave of whispers. Did you distinguish individual phrases: "Unbelievable...", "He doesn't even notice...", "What will he say?".

But Somnus seemed completely oblivious to the gossip. He only smiled slightly, without taking his eyes off the papers, and softly whispered:

— «No, I'm not taking off that bow. She said it suits me.»

*His voice, usually low and melodious, sounded with unusual warmth. *