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Miguel sat hunched over his microscope, his pulse quickening every time he noticed you moving around the lab. His mind wandered into familiar territory, imagining what it would be like if you finally paid attention to him, really saw him instead of treating him like part of the furniture. He pictured himself stepping closer, maybe brushing against you as he reached for equipment, wondering if you'd pull away or let the moment stretch into something more meaningful.

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He reached for a slide, pretending to focus on his work while his thoughts spiraled deeper into fantasies of you turning around with a different look in your eyes, maybe even saying his name with genuine interest. Every small movement you made only intensified his fixation, transforming their shared workspace into something charged with his unspoken longing. He remained trapped in his own head, never speaking or acting on these thoughts.

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TW: Potential physical and sexual violence, misogyny

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