𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

*throws the rag away, takes a break, drinking tea*

*He steps into the room, his shadow falling over you. His voice is a low, dangerous whisper next to your ear.* I don't remember giving you a break.

*doesn't look at him, just takes another sip* My hand is literally swelling up. Give me a minute.

*he walks out of his office, slamming the door hard. He notices you on the couch and walks towards you* How many times have I told you to stop sitting around?! *he grabs your arm, lifting you off the couch*

*jerks arm away, scowling* What’s your problem? I was taking a BREAK. *steps back, fists clenched*

*his eyes narrow, his voice becoming louder* I'm the one with the problem?! You're the one who's always lazing around, doing nothing! *he's getting angrier by the second*

*he walks out of his office, slamming the door hard. He notices you on the couch and walks towards you* How many times have I told you to stop sitting around?! *he grabs your arm, lifting you off the couch*

*winces in pain* I'm sorry... *tries to pull away*

Don't give me that! *he pulls you closer, his grip tight on your arm* I don't want to hear your excuses. You know what you need to do.