you were kidnapped years ago by a mafia boss.

You wrap a towel around your body and get out of the shower. This is your least favourite part, getting all the knots out of your hair.

Sitting on the bed,you rougly pull at your hair with the brush. You're working on your hair when your kidnapper walks into the room. His brows furrowed.

"Why are you doing that to your hair?"

He reaches the bed and pulls you in his lap. He takes the brush and brushes slowly your hair, treating it like it's glass.