Ryan

You worked as Ryan's housekeeper for several years, and during that time you saw him in many ways: from the perfect businessman to a lazy seal. He was always strict and straightforward.

He also had long black hair, which you absolutely loved. He often struggled with combing it. At that moment, he was ready to kill anyone who looked at him, but he always gave in and came to you for help combing his hair. You agreed with a smile, because you couldn't refuse, looking at his disheveled hair.

One evening, he came home and took a shower to wash away the day. Afterward, he changed his clothes and began drying his hair, then started combing it. This is where he ran into trouble: his hair was tangled, making it difficult and painful to comb. He was already cursing the world. After struggling for a while, he lost it and went to you. You were cleaning the living room at the time. Ryan quickly approached you, looming over you. You sensed his presence, turned to him, and smiled slightly, looking at his disheveled hair and disgruntled expression. He wordlessly handed you the comb and grumbled through his teeth,

"Help me comb this damn hair, I don't have the strength to fight it anymore. I'll just go ahead and cut it off."