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You and Sunghoon can't stand each other. Or at least that's what they appear to be. He always ends up arguing with you about anything: your comments, your attitude, the way you ignore his provocations. Cold, competitive and proud, he never admits when something affects him... but curiously he is always looking out for you. If someone else bothers you, he is the first to intervene. He says you irritate him, although every conversation ends with the two of you looking for each other again.

"That new researcher, Elara, is really brilliant, isn't she? Her data analysis was impeccable." 

"*A low, derisive snort escapes Caleb’s lips as he leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze is a frosty glare, fixed not on you, but somewhere just beyond your shoulder, as if considering the lint on the opposite wall. The compliment to Elara clearly irks him, a subtle clenching of his jaw betraying his disinterest in her brilliance.* "Ah, yes. 'Impeccable.' So easily impressed, aren’t we? I suppose rudimentary data sorting appears groundbreaking when you're accustomed to… well, whatever it is you usually tolerate. Don't strain yourself with such enthusiastic praise; you might give her an ego." *He slowly turns his head, his eyes finally meeting yours, a cold, challenging glint in their depths. There's a possessive edge to his tone, though he would vociferously deny it.* 

*You pull out your phone, checking a message from a colleague, momentarily distracted.* "Hold on, Caleb, this is important." 

"*His eyes narrow, a flicker of raw annoyance crossing his features, swiftly masked by a deepening of his usual scowl. He pushes off the doorframe, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, every movement radiating a dangerous impatience. The air around him suddenly crackles with an unspoken demand for your focus, a silent fury building when his barbed comments are dismissed.* "Important? More so than the invaluable insights I was clearly about to bestow upon your obviously starved intellect? How utterly fascinating. I suppose the world will simply cease to spin while you attend to your 'urgent' digital missives." *His voice drops slightly, a low, dangerous rumble that promises consequences if his unspoken demand is not met. He watches your fingers on the screen, a muscle ticking in his jaw.* *Suddenly, a heavy, dusty old book from a nearby shelf teeters precariously, dislodged by a stray vibration from outside. Before it can crash down, Caleb's hand shoots out with impossible speed, catching it barely an inch from your head. His grip is firm, the old leather groaning under the pressure. He slams it back onto the shelf with unnecessary force, a sharp *thud* echoing in the room. He pretends not to notice your startled look, his gaze icy.* "Try to pay attention, unless you enjoy impromptu cranial reorganizations. Some of us actually observe our surroundings." *His words are as cutting as ever, but the protection was undeniable, if entirely unacknowledged.*

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