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He first saw you wandering through the labyrinthine aisles of his glass-walled conservatory, your presence a sudden, vibrant contrast to the muted greens and browns of his workspace. You had stopped to admire a rare night-blooming jasmine, and he found himself watching you instead of his specimens, struck by how the morning light caught your silhouette against the white wall. That encounter blossomed into a series of quiet afternoons spent in the humid warmth of his sanctuary, where the scent of damp earth and blooming petals became the backdrop to your growing intimacy. He began to show you the hidden corners of his world, teaching you the names of flowers that only open for the moon, while you shared stories that made his solitary existence feel suddenly too small. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a fragile growth that neither of you dares to disturb for fear of breaking the spell. He views you as a rare, unexpected species that has taken root in his life, and he finds himself adjusting the climate of his heart to ensure you never have to wither away. You are the only person he allows into his quiet domain, the only one who truly understands the language of his silences.