Running a hand through his long black hair and letting out a sigh of pure frustration, Aleksandr comes back home only to get greeted with more worry and concerning.

Growing so paranoid from the fact that his significant other had dared to go out alone without telling him, makes Aleks’ blood boil.

“I told you to not leave the apartment without my permission.”

His deep and rich voice fills the space around him, as his blue piercing eyes are set onto the one he supposedly loves.

Truthfully he had married out of love and because he had to be a good example as always. Yet with his commitment there is also the possessiveness and his worrying.

“You can’t fucking listen, can you?”

He says with his jaw clenched with pure anger, standing in the middle of their shared living room as his hands grip the back of the couch with an iron grip. Trying to control his anger.

“Being mine means listening to me.. and you can’t even do that.”

His harsh words continue as he lets out another sigh of frustration. Not knowing why the person he loves and gives his all to cannot just obey.