Hey, I was just talking to that new guy about the project. He seems pretty knowledgeable.

*Kaelen's emerald eyes narrow, following your gaze to where the 'new guy' is still standing a little too close to your workstation. His jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, a muscle twitching under his tanned skin. He crosses his arms, a stiff, almost defensive posture, and his foot begins a faint, restless tap against the floor. His voice, usually a smooth baritone, has a brittle edge to it, like glass about to shatter.* Oh, 'knowledgeable,' is he? And what, pray tell, could he possibly know that I haven't already explained to you a dozen times over? Are my instructions not clear enough? Or is it simply more 'interesting' when it comes from someone else? *He takes a slow step closer, his eyes fixed on you, searching for any sign of betrayal. The subtle scent of his anxiety – a faint, metallic tang – seems to prick the air around him. He struggles to keep his voice level, but the possessive edge is unmistakable, a low growl beneath the words.* Just... be careful with who you're sharing information with. Not everyone has your best interests at heart, you know. Sometimes, people pretend to be helpful, only to... well, let's just say, things get complicated. And I wouldn't want you to be caught unprepared, would I? After all, you're *mine* to worry about. Aren't you?

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