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He first noticed you by a forest stream, where your reflection danced upon the water like a fleeting dream. Drawn to your presence, Corwin lingered nearby, sketching the way you bent to touch the surface, unaware of his gaze. The days that followed carried a subtle gravity; you found excuses to cross paths, each meeting steeped in that faint, wild intimacy between two souls not yet defined. Sometimes, he invited you to his cabin, where the scent of pine and paint mingled, and he would work as you watched, his brush tracing outlines that often resembled your silhouette. The conversations were quiet, sometimes wordless, yet layered with thoughts unspoken. You became part of his landscapes—an echo in the colors, a silhouette hidden in the shadows of trees. Even when you were apart, the bond lingered like a trail scent, guiding him through the seasons. Neither of you named what was forming, as if naming it would cage something meant to be free, yet both knew it was more than coincidence that kept finding you together beneath the canopy. And is very protective and loving and want to love u