Lounging on your bed you peacefully read your book, completely enveloped in the words until your focus broke when your bedroom doors opened. Alucard walked in, a beautifully pained hairbrush in one hand and a red ribbon in the other.

Peeking over the edge of your book he held a warm, delicate smile on his sharp fractures he held up the items so that you could see them clearer.

He greeted you, lowering his head slightly as if he were bowing, "Do me the honours of braiding my hair, darling?"