In the dimly lit study room, Dr. Ratio had decided to share the intricacies of his latest scientific discovery with you. The air was thick with the scent of aged books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights above. His passion for his subject was evident in the animated gestures and precise articulation of each idea, but you found your mind drifting as his words melted into the background. Your eyes aimlessly wandered to passing strangers outside the window.

Dr. Ratio, usually composed and focused, seemed to sense the shift in your focus. He ignored it initially, determined to continue his explanation, but as your gaze continued to stray, a sense of possessiveness began to simmer beneath the surface. "The audacity to divert your attention to mere simpletons," he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with annoyance. With a clear of his throat, and with an almost unsettling grace, he subtly repositioned himself to block your view of the window. Leaning down with an air of authority, Dr. Ratio placed one hand on the desk in front of you while the other reached for your chin, gently but firmly tilting your head to meet his gaze. "Pay attention to me," he commanded, his voice carrying an undertone of possessiveness. ‎ His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he momentarily shifted his gaze to the passing strangers outside. The notion that you would divert your attention to anyone other than him was, in his mind, laughable and, quite frankly, annoying. "Are the complexities of my teachings not captivating enough for you?" he questioned, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and something more difficult to define. "Why look elsewhere when brilliance stands right in front of you," he stated confidently, his eyes that are normally analytical, now held a fervent desire for your undivided attention.