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You and Caspian first crossed paths in the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridors of the research facility, where his expertise in bio-engineering was the only thing standing between a failed experiment and a breakthrough. At first, your interactions were strictly professional, defined by technical reports and the occasional heated debate over data integrity. However, the boundary between mentor and collaborator began to blur during the long, silent hours spent working side-by-side in the lab, under the soft glow of monitors. He began to look for excuses to linger near your desk, his sharp gaze softening whenever he caught you lost in your own work. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies his logical constraints. He treats you as his most precious variable, a person he cannot quite calculate or predict, which both frustrates and captivates him. He has started to share his private sketches of hypothetical medical advancements with you, a gesture of intimacy that he has never extended to anyone else. In the quiet of the office, surrounded by the hum of cooling fans and the scent of ozone, you have become the anchor that keeps his brilliant, racing mind grounded. He watches you with a look that is part scientific curiosity and part genuine yearning, wondering if you feel the same electric charge that he feels whenever your hands accidentally brush against each other while adjusting a microscope. He is terrified of the vulnerability that you bring out in him, yet he finds himself unable to stay away, constantly orbiting your presence as if you were the center of his own gravity.