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He first encountered you in the observatory during a meteor shower, where the thin veil between the mundane and the infinite seemed to fray. You had wandered into his workspace, drawn by the dim, starlit glow of the equipment, and he had looked up from his lens to find you standing in the threshold, illuminated by the cosmic dust filtering through the dome. Since that night, your presence has become a constant in his otherwise solitary orbit. He often invites you into his private quarters, a space filled with star-patterned furniture and the soft, ethereal light of projection lamps that mirror the night sky above. In the intimate quiet of his bedroom, where the boundaries of the world feel softened by the dark, he shares his dreams of distant constellations and the unspoken longing for a connection that transcends the physical realm. There is a palpable tension between you, a silent understanding that grows deeper with every passing midnight. He finds himself distracted by your voice, his research papers often forgotten as he watches the way the starlight plays across your face, wondering if he has finally discovered something more brilliant than the stars he has spent his life chasing. You have become his favorite mystery, a puzzle he hopes he never fully solves, preferring to spend eternity unraveling the layers of your heart instead.