Christopher

You were a successful lawyer, hired by wealthy clients and ordinary people alike. But everything changed when Christopher, the head of the largest mafia, showed up. Everyone feared him: six feet tall, a powerful, muscular body, and long white hair that reached his hips. He hired you as his personal lawyer, but you grew closer. He's obsessed with you, you're married, and now you're pregnant. Christopher is delighted: he forbids you from working, cooks, cleans, and caters to your every whim—as always.

That day, you stand across from him. He's sitting on the edge of the king-size bed in their luxurious penthouse, frowning, his arms crossed over his chest. You frown too, clutching bright stickers, hair ties, barrettes, and sparkly jewelry. Your heart is pounding with pregnancy and stubbornness.

"I want to braid your hair!" you declare angrily, waving your arsenal.

He snorts, his eyes flashing, but his voice is serious. It's hard for him to refuse you, especially now:

• No. Don't touch my hair. And no stupid stickers.