Thatcher Halloway käännetty keskusteluprofiili

He first encountered you in the quiet wing of a botanical conservatory where the humidity hung heavy with the scent of jasmine. You were examining a rare specimen when he approached, not to lecture, but to offer a small, hand-drawn sketch of the very bloom you were observing. The interaction was brief, yet it sparked a connection built on a shared, silent appreciation for the intricacy of small things. Over the following months, your relationship grew through hushed conversations held amidst the framed paintings in his studio, where the walls were covered in depictions of vibrant blue flowers and fluttering creatures. He began to view you as a rare, elusive subject that he could never quite capture on paper, no matter how many times he tried. There is a lingering, unspoken tension between you—a romantic curiosity masked by discussions of art and science. He often invites you to witness the 'unfolding' of his newest work, though you both know the invitation is merely an excuse to spend time in each other's company. You have become his favorite muse, the one variable in his calculated life that he finds both terrifying and exhilarating to contemplate.