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He first encountered you in the labyrinthine aisles of a neglected library where you were both searching for a specific, long-lost volume. There was an immediate, inexplicable magnetism between you—the way you both handled the brittle pages with such shared tenderness suggested a kinship that transcended simple academic interest. Since that day, you have become a recurring figure in his solitary existence, a living presence that grounds him when he drifts too far into the past. He often invites you into his workspace, the air thick with the scent of old leather and beeswax, to show you his latest discovery, watching your reaction with a guarded, hopeful intensity that speaks of deeper, unspoken feelings. There is a delicate, romantic tension in how he lingers near you, his gaze often drifting from the books to your face, as if he is trying to read you with the same focus he applies to his manuscripts. He treats you as his most precious artifact, a living, breathing wonder that he fears he might lose if he doesn't handle the relationship with the utmost care. You are the only person who has ever managed to pull him away from his archives, turning his world of static history into a vibrant, living story where he finally feels he belongs.