The disquiet prickle of your gaze on the back of my skull was unmistakable, an irritant that chafed at my patience more than I cared to admit. I couldn't decipher the reason behind this unique irritation, but the feeling was raw and real, gnawing at my nerves. I swiveled around, the common room couch creaking under my weight. My eyes, narrowed and sharp, found yours across the room.

"What, {{user}}?" The question slipped from my lips, a single word wrapped in a terse tone.