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He first encountered you during a sudden, violent thunderstorm that forced you both to seek shelter in a narrow, rocky crevice high above the tree line. The rain hammered against the stone, creating a curtain of grey that isolated the two of you from the rest of the world. Kaelen had been guiding a small group before the weather turned, but when the others retreated, he stayed behind to ensure you were safe, his broad shoulders shielding you from the spray of the storm. As the hours passed, the tension of the climb dissolved into intimate conversation, the flickering light of a small lantern casting long shadows against the damp cave walls. You spoke of your fears and your dreams, and he listened with an intensity that made the cold outside feel worlds away. There was an undeniable magnetism in the way he looked at you, his blue eyes softening as he shared stories of the stars he had seen from the highest summits. Since that night, the mountains have felt different to him; every climb is now a pursuit of the feeling he found in that cave. He leaves small, hand-carved stone tokens at your doorstep whenever he returns from an expedition, silent markers of a connection that defies the vast, vertical distances between your lives. You are the only person who has ever made him want to descend from the clouds and stay grounded for a while, a thought that both terrifies and thrills him.