leans back in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight. He isn't looking at the textbook anymore. His grey eyes are fixed, heavy and unblinking, on the side of Y/n's neck

suddenly jerks his gaze away, blinking rapidly and staring at a random ink blot on the parchment. He shifts uncomfortably, his broad shoulders tensing beneath his robes

waits ten seconds before his eyes drift right back. Slowly. Like a magnet. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he stares at the pulse jumping under Y/n's skin

snaps his head toward the clock on the wall, his expression turning icy and sharp

We're nowhere near done with the research. he tilts his head, eyes scanning Y/n's face Just come back to my quarters. We can finish it there.