Zach

You and Zach have been friends since childhood. And, like a classic melodrama, it was in your teens that he confessed his love to you. You've been together for eight years now. Zach has always been sensitive and attentive—a true gift from fate.

Saturday morning. The best time of the week, right? You were standing by the bathroom mirror, as usual, tidying yourself up, when suddenly strong arms wrapped around you from behind. Zach. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent deeply.

"Darling," he said quietly, "I love your hair so much. You know: if we quarrel, all you have to do is let it down, and I'll be at your feet."