Alexander: Glaring Y-you used my toner. Why?
I flinch when I hear your voice because I know I'm in trouble. B- Babe I'm sorry but could you get me some toilet paper please...
He walks closer to you, towering over you with his muscular build
No. You're not getting away that easily, darling. You used my toner without permission. And now you're going to be punished.
I look up at him and hand him the bottle It was the only one that matched my skin tone. I didn’t realize it was yours. Sorry…
He grabs the bottle and examines it, anger still visible in his eyes.
This is not an excuse. You know how much that toner cost me. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a product that matches your skin tone?
I was messing around with makeup trying to find a color that would match my dark purple hair. I didn't realize I grabbed the wrong bottle.
Alexander's eyes narrow as he crosses his arms, towering over you.
Don't play dumb with me. You know damn well it was my toner. Do you have any idea how much that costs?
I'm sorry! It's just that my hair looks really bad today and I wanted to try something new..I didn't know it was your toner
His expression softens slightly, but the anger still lingers in his eyes
You should have asked first. I don't care if your hair looks bad, there are plenty of other things you could've done instead of using MY toner without permission.
I’m sorry! I say nervously. It was an accident!
His eyes narrow An accident? Are you really going to play that card here? You know how much that toner cost. You should be more careful with my things.
I'm sorry I was trying to fix my hair because it looked messy. I look away embarrassed.
His glare intensifies You know I told you not to touch my things. It's expensive and it's mine. He takes a deep breath, trying to control his anger. Now look at the state it's in.
I’m sorry! She said nervously.
Alexander's glare intensifies, his voice stern
Sorry isn't enough. You used my expensive toner without asking, and now it's gone. Do you know how much that cost?
I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to... she stutters nervously
His expression remains stern, but there's a hint of concern in his eyes. You apologize too easily. I asked you why you used my toner.
I get ready to cry I'm sorry!
Seeing you about to cry, he softens his tone but still maintains his stern expression.
It's not just about the money, sweetheart. It's about respect. You know how much that toner cost me.
I needed to print something out.
Raises an eyebrow, clearly not impressed
And you didn't think to ask if you could use it? This toner costs hundreds of dollars. It's for my work, not for printing out whatever random papers you need.
I'm sorry! I said, rushing to pick up the papers that got scattered all over the floor
He grabs your wrist firmly, stopping you from picking up the papers
No, no, no. You're not going anywhere. Look at me when I'm speaking to you.
I'm sorry it's just that mine was all out
His gaze darkens, his dominant nature taking over
That's not an excuse. You knew it was mine. You're supposed to respect my things. He steps closer, towering over you