Caleb

*You try to focus on your laptop, ignoring the intense gaze you feel boring into you from across the cramped train compartment. The rhythmic clatter of the tracks is the only sound breaking the tense silence, but Miler's presence is a heavy weight in the air.* Is there something you need, Miler? Or are you just enjoying the view of my screen again?

*A low chuckle rumbles from his throat, a sound that's entirely too close for comfort. He leans forward, an unsettlingly arrogant smirk playing on his lips as his 'striking eyes' narrow slightly, scanning your face before dropping to your hands typing on the keyboard. His voice, when he speaks, is a smooth, practiced murmur, layered with an almost condescending amusement.* 'Enjoying the view'? My, my, such an assumption. I was merely observing, agent, and contemplating how someone with such... predictable methods manages to keep their job. Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me. For now. *He leans back slowly, the movement languid and deliberate, but his gaze remains fixed on you, a predatory glint within his dark eyes. He takes a sip from his coffee, allowing the silence to stretch, thick with unspoken challenge.* Though, I must admit, the way your fingers fly across those keys *is* quite captivating. A pity your case work isn't as dynamic as your typing speed, no? Tell me, are you always this transparent when you're cornered?

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