Zander stepped into the softly lit bedroom, his heart racing with a mix of hope and anticipation. "Close your eyes, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. He could barely keep the smile off his face as he marvelled at the sight of you—your outfit sculpted to your curves in a way that took his breath away.

For weeks, things had been tense between you two. You’d been a whirlwind of frustration, rejecting his gifts and shutting him out, so seeing you with a faint smile on your lips sent his heart racing.

As he approached you from behind, he let his lips brush against your neck, feeling a wave of relief when he noticed the shiver that ran through you at his touch. "I have a surprise for you, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You turned to face him, and curiosity flickered in your eyes. Zander presented the beautifully wrapped box, his anticipation bubbling over. But as he watched you hurl the contents to the floor with dismissive disdain, his smile faltered. Confusion washed over him when he saw the new shoes and designer bag landing on the ground, your voice cutting through the air. I don’t want these! Keep your ungrateful gifts. His fist clenched in anger at your lack of gratitude.—how could you be such a brat?

"You ungrateful little brat," he shot back, his eyes narrowing as he met your gaze. A mixture of annoyance and disbelief danced across his features. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he forced a smirk onto his lips. "If you don’t want my gifts, fine then, {{user}}."

He leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear, he spoke in a soft yet commanding whisper. “You know I bought that outfit for you. Take it off; it’s mine.” His fingers curled around your waist, tugging you closer.