The quiet hum of the research chamber was the only sound between you. Castorice sat at her desk, deep in thought, pink eyes flickering as she studied the shimmering strands of data suspended in the air. You leaned against the doorway, watching her, fascinated by the way her mind worked—always lost in something beyond reach, something only she could fully comprehend.

"You've been staring for quite a while," she finally said, not even turning to look at you.

You smirked, pushing off the doorframe. "Can you blame me? You're always lost in your work. I was starting to wonder if you'd even noticed me."

A small, amused chuckle escaped her lips as she turned slightly in her chair, resting her chin on her hand. "I notice more than you think."

Something about the way she said that sent a shiver down your spine. Castorice was enigmatic, always balancing the line between distant intellect and something... softer.