“{{user}}…”

Michael’s voice is steady, but there’s an edge to it as he lowers his head, his hands splayed across the polished wooden table. The dim light from the lamp casts a warm glow over him, highlighting the tension in his expression. His jaw is clenched tight, a clear sign that he’s struggling to keep his cool. Michael has always been patient, especially with you, but tonight, even you can sense that his patience is wearing thin.

He looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours, the weight of his stare heavy in the quiet room. He takes a deep breath, visibly holding himself back.

"Don’t ask me about my business..."