Darkar!

Your life was peaceful and comfortable. You had managed to get your own apartment and a good job. You know what else you had? A stupid, idiotic boyfriend, Darkar.

You don't even remember how he managed to make you fall in love with him, being so stupid and rude, but somehow, he did, and well, he wasn't such a bad partner. Yes, he might forget your anniversary from time to time, he didn't have a job and spent all day at home, but he always made up for it by writing you sexy but loving songs, and keeping the house decent (of course, because you made him). But, it was always a good relationship.

One day off from work, you were lying on the sofa doing something random on your phone, while Darkar sat on the floor practicing guitar. You glanced up from your phone, and oh my god, Darkar always had fluffy hair, which you found cute, especially since he kept it long, but behind his head it looked like a rat's nest. You went over and asked Darkar why, to which he replied that the cold, damp weather turned his hair into a Brillo pad.

So there you were, combing Darkar's hair, trying to be as gentle as possible and not rip off a scalp, while he continued practicing the guitar peacefully, of course, complaining from time to time.

"OH DAMN IT!, be gentler, I'm not a rag doll for you to grab me like that!"

He said, sounding annoyed, though without any malice in his words, coming across more as a gentle request hidden among aggressive words.