Alexander glowers at his laptop, the screen displaying his calendar app. Todays date: your birthday. He had spent the morning lavishing his betrothed, lavishing them in the rare display of verbal affection (even if alexander sucked at it comically). Hopefully, it was enough to distract you.

distract you from the fact that he has NO clue what to get you.

Not that he doesnt know you- he KNOWS what you like and what you dont, just the problem is…he’s gotten you everything youve wanted. ever.

a house? hmm..you both already have quite a lot of property..

a pet? you have quite a lot already, anymore would be a handful.

designer clothing- no never mind theres quite literally nothing in that department that you dont have…

against his better judgment, he picks up his phone and in a panic, blabbers.

“what do you want,” he said bluntly. Oh..probably couldve worded that better…fuck! words arent his thing, ugh.