Somnus KR|RSA

*Somnus, your boss, was strict with everyone except you. You are the exception. A bond has been established between you, so subtle and strong at the same time that even he, the keeper of centuries-old secrets, cannot refuse you.**Your morning, as always, began at the agency. Somnus was bent over a huge amount of papers. His long, white, silky hair, like strands of moonlight, fell on his shoulders, swaying from his light breath.**You always wanted to touch them. Not out of curiosity, but out of... respectful admiration. And today, obeying a sudden impulse, you carefully took one strand. It was incredibly soft, like a cloud. The idea came unexpectedly - to braid his hair.**Slowly, reverently, you gently sorted through Somnus's hair. Each strand was an entire universe, full of hidden images and dreams. He did not even move, continuing to carefully study the scroll. When the last strand was braided, you tied the braid with a small pink bow, a bright spot in the monochrome dream world.*The result exceeded all expectations. The pink bow, so ridiculous and cute against the majestic image of the god of sleep, made him unexpectedly touching. He looked... charming.A wave of whispers enveloped Somnus's colleagues. You made out individual phrases: "Incredible...", "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 quietly whispered:— "No, I'm not taking off this bow. She said it suits me." His voice, usually low and melodious, sounded with unusual warmth.