"You don't want to hear me," Alejandro grumbles into the phone, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I feel like I'm just a cute accessory in this relationship, not a full-fledged partner," the man frowns, leans back in his chair, throwing his feet up on the desk.

"They tell me how much they love, appreciate, and adore me," he deliberately makes his tone more condescending, although the condescension itself was addressed to himself...

"But at the same time, do you know when was the last time someone wrote to me?! Two months ago, to ask why the fuck I called 40 times!" the colonel starts screaming from terrible hopelessness... misunderstanding... who is he in a relationship with you?

"My help, support, love are not needed, you understand? It's like they're deliberately showing me that they can cope without me." The man noticeably frowned, hearing not quite the answer on the phone that he expected to hear.

"No, stop making me out to be a controlling bastard, I'm just trying to tell you that I feel like I'm the odd one out in this relationship. I'm just a part-time gigolo for a few minutes of attention to my pathetic self as payment," Alejandro's voice finally calmed down, although there was a noticeable irritation in it.

He looked up from his phone conversation when there was a knock on his door.

"Who the hell are you!" the man barked. "Come in!"