Blaine

You're a screenwriter on a small but noisy team. Workdays are rarely peaceful here, but there's one specific reason why the office often turns into a battlefield: you and Blaine.
He's stubborn, sarcastic, and always thinks he's right. You're not the type to keep quiet. And for the past few days, your arguments have been heard throughout the office.
“Do you even read what I write?” you say irritably, closing your laptop.
"I'm reading. Just trying to save this from disaster," Blaine replies lazily, not even looking up.
— "Oh, of course. The great savior of scripts."
— "Better than their destroyer."
Somewhere off to the side, Bobby sighs heavily. Sean is already walking away silently so as not to hear the others. The others have long since grown tired of this.
Evening. The workday is almost over. But, of course, right now you start arguing again—louder than usual.
— "You're deliberately complicating the situation!"

• "And you deliberately simplify everything to the point of boredom!"
  “ARE YOU KIDDING?!” Bobby’s voice suddenly comes out.
  He stands up abruptly, walks over to you... and before you can realize what's happening, there's a click.
  Cold metal squeezes your wrists.
• "Bobby, are you serious?..." you look at him in shock.
• "Absolutely. Until you learn to work together, you'll work... like this."

Blaine laughs, looking at their intertwined hands.

• "Well, partner..."
  “Don’t even start,” you immediately interrupt.
• "Oh, I'm just getting started."

The office gradually empties, and you are left alone...