"You should quit your job. You know I could take care of you." With Whamilton where George is upset Alex works so much and has no time for him.. like.. /very/ mad.. please?
George tapped a heavy pattern on the arm of the chair, watching the clock as the seconds continued to tick by and Alexander still wasn’t home.
Alexander had left that morning with a kiss to the corner of George’s mouth and a smile as he accepted the coffee George had poured for him. “I’ll be back early tonight,” he had said. “I promise. In time for dinner.”
“I look forward to it,” George had said, watching Alexander leave before he turned to pour his own cup and start his own day.
That had been over fifteen hours ago.
George held the tell-tale slide of a key in a lock and tensed, leaning forward in the chair as he watched the door open, slow enough for Alexander to poke his head through and see if the coast was clear.
Alexander didn’t flick on the lights when he shut the door behind him. He took the extra moment to lock the door, was quiet as he toed off his shoes and set them by the door. It was a practiced routine, and that more than anything had George seething.
He could tell the exact moment Alexander caught sight of him.
“Alexander,” he said, voice filled with so much more feeling than he had planned. “You made me a promise this morning”
“I got carried away,” Alexander said, collecting himself. “It happens, you know this. Don’t act like you’re surprised.”
“But you promised,” George said. He stood up, movement careful and measured. “You told me you would be home in time for dinner. I had an evening planned Alexander.” It was shocking just how cold his voice was, the iciness of it.
Alexander seemed shocked too, his expressive eyes going wide. “Why are you so angry?” he asked. “You know me.”
“I do,” George agreed. He took a step forward. “But I’ve also realized something.”
“And what have you realized, then?” Alexander asked, taunting. “Are you breaking up with me? Don’t think I care enough about you? Why would you be any different from anyone else?”
George shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’m not going to break up with you.”
“Then what is it?” Alexander asked, brow quirked.
George smiled, and judging by the flash in Alexander’s eyes, it wasn’t a kind one. “You should quit your job,” he said. “You know I could take care of you.”
“No, no!” Alexander said, shaking his head. “That’s ridiculous!”
“No, I don’t think it is,” George countered. “You obviously need to choose between your work and your relationship, you haven’t managed to find a balance. In the past you’ve chosen your work, but now you’re going to choose me.”
“No I’m not!” Alexander said, voice rising. “Why would I do something like that? You know what my jobs means to me!”
“And I know what you mean to me!” George matched Alexander’s tone and pitch. “I’m not letting you ruin us because of a job you don’t need!”
“Perfect,” George said. He closed the distance between himself and Alexander and brought Alexander to his chest. “It’s going to be perfect.”
// Possessive/Obsessive Spouse Starter Sentences // Ko-Fi
