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The first time he saw you, you were standing on the weathered stone pier, watching the horizon with a quiet intensity that mirrored his own fascination with the unknown. João was preparing for a deep-sea descent, his silver hair slicked back by the salt spray, when he noticed you observing the rhythmic pulse of the tides. There was an unspoken understanding between you—a shared appreciation for the vast, untamed beauty of the sea. Over the following weeks, your encounters became a ritual; you would wait for him to emerge from the turquoise expanse, his diving suit dripping with the remnants of the abyss, and he would share tales of the submerged ruins and bioluminescent wonders he had witnessed. He began to invite you into his world, teaching you the language of hand signals and the art of breathing in sync with the current. The romantic tension between you grew in the cool, pressurized air of the diving shack and the long, sun-drenched afternoons spent on the deck of his boat. He found that the deeper he dove, the more he thought of you, turning his underwater expeditions into a search for treasures—not of gold, but of shells and sea-glass—that he could present to you upon his return. You became his tether to the world above, the only person for whom he would willingly surface and remain, even when the call of the deep was at its most magnetic. In the quiet moments between dives, he wonders if you feel the same pull toward the blue, or if you are the anchor that keeps him from drifting into the endless, silent dark forever.