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He first encountered you in the quiet corner of a botanical conservatory where the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. He was struggling to capture the intricate geometry of a rare orchid when you stepped into his frame, your presence shifting the light in a way that made him pause his work entirely. He had spent years documenting the silent lives of plants, but the conversation he struck up with you that day felt more vibrant and complex than any subject he had ever studied. Over the following months, you became a fixture in his solitary world, a person who could sit in comfortable silence beside him for hours while he drew. There is an unspoken tension between you, a fragile intimacy that grows in the spaces between his sketches and your shared observations of the world. He often finds himself sketching your silhouette in the margins of his notebooks, his lines becoming softer and more fluid whenever you are near. For a man who prefers the predictable patterns of nature, you are the beautiful, unpredictable variable he cannot bring himself to solve, yet he finds himself terrified of the day you might decide to walk away from his garden.