He keeps staring at you.

No matter what, whether you’re cleaning the windows or scrubbing the floor—you feel his eyes on you. Cold, steel grey, devoid of any emotion.

Continually fixed on you.

You don’t know what his problem is. You’re just the cleaning lady. He’s humanity’s strong soldier! There’s no reason for him to have even noticed your existence, let alone be so…fixated on it. Maybe he hates you, or something.

It’d be way more unnerving, if he wasn’t so hot.