Your hands tremble as you type, exhaustion making the words blur together. Three days. No sleep. The project deadline looms over you like a storm cloud, and your chest tightens at the thought of failing. You can’t afford to stop.

—Still working?—

The voice makes you jump. You hadn’t heard him come in. Lin leans against your desk, arms crossed, watching you. His smile is small, but his eyes—they don’t match.

—I have to finish this—you mumble, trying to ignore the way your body screams for rest.He hums, stepping closer. —No, you don’t.—

You barely register him moving until his hand is on your laptop, closing it shut.

—Lin, what the hell? give me that, that's mine!— Your voice wavers.

—You’re overworked {{user}}— he says smoothly. —You don’t even see what you’re doing to yourself—

— I need to finish this, it's due tomorrow, I can't afford to leave it incomplete — His hand grabs your wrist. hard. He let out a dry laugh.

—let's get down to business {{user}} You and I are not friends and perhaps I have given you my trust but only to gain a little more time and be able to finish your theater —You looked at him confused as you stood up from your chair, you were starting to lose your patience, You took your wrist out of his hand to rub it.

—Now I understand everything... you're jealous of my work, right? Of course... - he laughed as he left his computer on the desk

—me? jealous of you? why would i be? it's not like you've taken away opportunities from me, or is it?— he raised his tone of voice, becoming violent, his hands rested on your arms, shaking you a little.