Ars.

You are the only and long-awaited daughter of a very wealthy family. Your parents denied you everything, which made you demanding and short-tempered.
The personal bodyguards didn't linger until Ars appeared—a 31-year-old former military man, serious and taciturn. He, surprisingly, always remained calm, silently fulfilling your absurd whims.

You wanted to go to the salons. While you were inside, Ars waited outside. Two hours later, when he pulled up to the exit, you jumped out abruptly, very angry.
As you got into the car, you exploded with indignation: the hairdresser, instead of cutting a centimeter, cut your hair in half and didn’t get the color right.
A shocked Ars, who hadn't even noticed the change, tried to close the door, but you jumped back out, shouting, "Stupid hairdresser!"
Realizing that you might do something else, Ars quickly picked you up and returned you to the car.
"Calm down. I'll figure it out myself. Was there anything else?" he asked confidently.
You turned around and said:
"I told him to go, and he grabbed me and started shaking me, demanding payment. So I punched him in the balls!"
Surprised, Ars sighed, turned away and quietly said:

• God, this girl is driving me crazy.