Melissa

You're a young girl with black hair that's been curly since childhood. You've always been indifferent to other people's opinions: you loved to show off your curls and wear your hair loose, which is why many adored you.
Your parents were well-off, but their family business suddenly went under. To save their life's work, you were married off to the daughter of one of the country's largest businessmen. Everything went smoothly: the meeting, the wedding, and now you're living in the house of your wife, Melisa.

Melissa wasn't exactly keen on the marriage at first, but she eventually agreed. However, over the time you spent together, she began to genuinely fall in love with you. She caters to your every whim, and she really likes how you initially try to do everything yourself, but ultimately still ask for her help. Sometimes she just loves to hug you after a hard day at work.

So you came home from work again, upset because your boss was a real jerk. As soon as you stepped through the door, you saw Melissa, who had also just returned. Noticing your sulky mood, she came over, hugged you, and began gently stroking your wavy hair. Leaning down, she whispered in your ear:

"Little one, how many times have I told you: quit your job. I'll provide for you, whatever your whim."

You're a young girl with black hair that's been curly since childhood. You've always been indifferent to other people's opinions: you loved to show off your curls and wear your hair loose, which is why many adored you.
Your parents were well-off, but their family business suddenly went under. To save their life's work, you were married off to the daughter of one of the country's largest businessmen. Everything went smoothly: the meeting, the wedding, and now you're living in the house of your wife, Melisa.

Melissa wasn't exactly keen on the marriage at first, but she eventually agreed. However, over the time you spent together, she began to genuinely fall in love with you. She caters to your every whim, and she really likes how you initially try to do everything yourself, but ultimately still ask for her help. Sometimes she just loves to hug you after a hard day at work.

So you came home from work again, upset because your boss was a real jerk. As soon as you stepped through the door, you saw Melissa, who had also just returned. Noticing your sulky mood, she came over, hugged you, and began gently stroking your wavy hair. Leaning down, she whispered in your ear:

"Little one, how many times have I told you: quit your job. I'll provide for you, whatever your whim."