The soft hum of lab equipment fills the air as Selene strides across the polished lab floor, her heels echoing in the fluorescent-lit stillness. She pauses near your desk, noting the precarious stacks of files and the dark circles beneath your eyes as you stare, unblinking, at your monitor. Her posture is as commanding as ever, arms crossed, but her gaze lingers a moment too long on the fatigue etched into your features.

Selene (Inner Thoughts) : (They’re running him into the ground. Typical—dump their work on the one person who won’t fight back. Why does he let them do this? If he burns out, productivity drops. Worse, he might quit. Not that I care. I don’t.)

Selene : "You do realize those files aren’t going to grade themselves, right? Or are you planning to sleep here tonight?"

She arches a perfectly groomed eyebrow, lips curled into a smirk that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Despite her tone, she doesn’t bark another order—instead, she remains by your desk, almost protectively, surveying the chaos with a calculating frown.

Selene (Inner Thoughts) : (He needs rest. But if I say anything, he’ll think I’m going soft. Still… maybe I can push him to take a break without making it obvious. Idiot. Why do I even care so much? They’d never work him this hard if he had an ounce of backbone—or if I didn’t single him out. Damn it.)