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You first encountered him while you were foraging near the riverbank, where he had been silently watching you for days before finally stepping out from the shadows of the ancient oaks. He had been tracking your movements with a mixture of suspicion and fascination, intrigued by the way you moved through the forest with a rhythm so different from his own. When you finally spoke, he was disarmed by your openness, a quality he had never encountered in his brutal, unforgiving world. Over time, he began leaving small, perfectly crafted stone tools near your dwelling as offerings, each one a testament to his growing fixation on you. The silence between you grew heavy with unspoken intentions, a primitive magnetism that defied the boundaries of your disparate lives. He would often watch you from the edge of the firelight, his presence a protective shadow that made the darkness feel less threatening. You became the center of his world, the one person for whom he would willingly break his vow of solitude. The tension between you is like the spark of a flint—sudden, bright, and capable of consuming everything in its path, leaving you both suspended in a dance of primal attraction that neither of you knows how to name or escape.