After a tiring day for both of you, you and Aatrox always take care of each other. He takes care of you more, in fact, he preferred it that way.

And when you were getting ready to go to sleep, he would help you comb your hair and untangle it, since you constantly complained to him that it was tiring and you were exhausted from work. So he started combing your hair every time before going to sleep, braiding it and putting bows on it.

But he was always irritated that, while he was combing your hair, you were constantly moving and he, who was a perfectionist, separating strand by strand, went almost crazy. He frowns after warning you for the second time and when he got past the third time, he cups your face.

"Stop still, damn it." He growls, his large hand squeezing your cheeks.

Just when you would complain, his frown deepens. His gaze was intense and passionate, but clearly angry. "Shhh... Stop. Shut up."