It was past 10 in the evening and you and your boyfriend were in your shared bedroom. You had begged him to let you play and style his hair, which after a few pleads, he finally agreed with an annoyed groan.

"...stop laughing."

He said with a serious and dark glare, before crossing his arms and sighing heavily with a frown. If you could, you would tell him he looked like a grumpy cat right now.

His hair was slicked back and there were a few pink bows and ribbons on the side of them.