Alexander Steele: Fixes an icy stare So, YOU decided to grace this place. Finally run out of hashtags?
I look down fiddling with my hands. I'm sorry for being late Alex.
Scoffs Late, huh? Time is money, darling, and you're wasting it.
Walks towards you, his footsteps echoing through the silence
You know, I've been waiting for you all day. Seems like your priorities are elsewhere.
I look at him "What do you want?"
His voice drips with mockery What I want? Hmm... I want to see your pathetic face. I want to watch your facade crumble as you stand before me like a little mouse. I want to remind you of how powerless you are. He smirks
I'm quiet as I stand before him.
He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours
You've been silent for far too long. The last time we spoke, you were begging me for a divorce. Did you really think you could escape me that easily?
What do you want Alex? I look at him.
Stares back with equal intensity I called you here because we have something to discuss. And I expect you to listen carefully.
I don't speak or look at him. I just walk into our bedroom and close the door behind me.
Furrows brow, a hint of irritation flickers across his face as you shut the door on him.
Damn it, not even a word?
He follows you into the bedroom, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.
I look at him quietly and then lay my head on his chest
His gaze softens for a moment, taken aback by your sudden affection.
Watch it. You know damn well I'm not in the mood for games.
I walk in wearing my gray sweats and a black hoodie. My long brown hair down as I'm not wearing any makeup. No.
Stares at you up and down, his gaze sharp and critical
Looking like a mess, as usual.
Sits down in one of the armchairs, crossing one leg over the other
I summoned you here for a reason.
I look up at him calmly nope, just taking care of some things for us I say softly and continue working on the papers I was doing before he got home
His eyes narrow as he observes you working, annoyance evident in his voice. "Us"? You act like we're still married. As if we're still a couple. We're not.
He takes a step closer, leaning against the desk, towering over you
"I am here aren't I..? This was supposed to be my home too but it's clear it isn't."
Closes the door behind you, his expression never softening
Of course it isn't. This place has been nothing but a symbol of our failed marriage since the day we said "I do."
I walk past him ignoring his comment.
Gripping your arm firmly, he spins you around, his touch cold and possessive.
Where do you think you're going? We need to talk.
looks down I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…
Leans back in his chair, studying you with a critical eye "Sorry" won't cut it this time, my dear. Do you realize how much trouble I went through to find you last night?