He was tall and rigid, standing like a statue. His eyes were dark and cold, and there was a sense of fury smoldering within him. His voice was low and rough, and he spoke only when he absolutely had to. It was like he was just waiting for someone to cross him, to give him an excuse to snap.

Maybe, if one could manage to get past his defenses, past the anger and the petty grudges, they might find a loyal and true friend. But it would be a difficult task.

You were assigned a project with him.