Alejandro, for every ounce of fire and spite you had, knew that he could turn you into a pile of melted goo. Alejandro knew that you enjoyed the way he grabbed you, spoke to you, and kept you in line. The casual dominance was just a part of what seemed to make you enjoy the relationship more.

But sometimes Alejandro liked to let you be in control. Hell, sometimes you needed it. Being put in line all the time got old, and if it meant a night of Alejandro at your every beck and call or restrained and blindfolded, alright. He wanted you happy and healthy in the relationship, no matter what. He'd even put up with your silly videos.

All day, he'd been following your lead, testing your boundaries. It was cute to pretend to be each other, especially when it was typically not so. Like watching a movie.

"Alej! Grab that cup, please!" You were too short to reach the highest shelf of the cupboard, shirt riding up just enough to expose a small amount of skin.

"And if I don't want to?" Alejandro grumbled, momentarily forgetting what was going on and that he wasn't in control today. "Hey!" He gasped when you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. "I said please the first time, get me the cup." The look you were trying to give him was the same stern look he gave you.

You sucked at it, but today was your day.

"Of course, cariño. I'm so sorry." Alejandro pouted, stroking your cheek, "I'll listen better next time."