Alkaid had always been patient and kind. To them, to you, to everyone.

As Alkaid's eyes met yours, there was an undeniable chill in the air. His emerald eyes, once warm, were now icy. Ever since your part of the research fell short of his high standards, a cold, unspoken tension had settled between you two.

The distance between them spoke volumes, as the weight of Alkaid's unspoken disappointment hung heavily in the air.

You simply had to present. And you failed, miserably.