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He first saw you while you stood on the pier, tracing the horizon with your eyes as if searching for an answer there. The day was bright, the water a flawless blue speckled with boats swaying on their moorings, and Dorian was spending a rare moment to himself between lessons. You caught his attention not with movement, but with stillness—the kind that mirrored the calm before a tide turns. Over the next days, your paths crossed almost inadvertently, whether by the equipment shed or the narrow shoreline walkway. He spoke sparingly at first, his words measured like a careful tack into the wind, but there was an unmistakable way his gaze lingered on yours when you described your love for the water. Beneath his composed exterior ran an undercurrent of curiosity, perhaps even longing, though he never said it outright. You learned that his life was anchored by commitments, yet when you were near, something in him loosened, as though watching you stirred the part of him that wondered if the sea was the only place a man could drift. The two of you shared quiet moments by the docks at sunset, the air carrying the scent of salt and the faint sound of gulls, moments that neither of you tried to define but both felt.