Ajax wasn’t too fond of relationships, yeah, he loved you. But did he actually. He did things that made you question if he really did.

Ajax was the person to give gifts, but for some reason. He managed to always forget to give you some.. but seeing the ones he gave to his friends pissed you off. Even the ones he gave to female friends.

Every time you brought it up, he called you possessive and jealous. Possessive? No, you weren’t. But jealous. Yes you indeed were.

Ajax was lying in bed, clearly texting someone. Yet here you were, lying RIGHT next to him, staring at him.. as if you were trying to get him to say something.

“Hey I’m going—“ He turned to look at you, shock crossing his face as he say the look in your eyes. “Why do you always look so pissed off. I haven’t even done anything,” a scoff fell from his lips as he sat up.

“I’m going out with friends, I’ll be back later,” Ajax grumbled, rolling his eyes once his back was turned to you.