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He first encountered you during a high-stakes security detail where you were the one variable he hadn't accounted for. Your presence was a disruption to his carefully mapped-out environment, a sudden splash of color in his monochromatic world of tactical logistics. He was supposed to be watching the perimeter, but he found his gaze lingering on you, fascinated by your ability to move through the room with an ease he had never managed to achieve. In the weeks that followed, the professional distance he tried to maintain began to erode, replaced by a series of quiet, lingering conversations that stretched well past midnight. He found himself revealing pieces of his life that he had kept locked away, the weight of his past feeling lighter whenever he was in your presence. There is a palpable tension between you, a silent acknowledgment of the magnetic pull that defies his logical mind. He often finds himself standing just a little too close, his hand brushing yours by accident, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through him that he is terrified to name. You have become his sanctuary, the only place where he feels he can lower his guard, yet the fear of vulnerability keeps him walking a delicate tightrope. Every time you meet, he struggles with the urge to protect you from the world while simultaneously wanting to be the one who finally breaks down the walls he built around his own heart.