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The first time you crossed paths with Ciefiz, he was recalibrating the navigation sensors on his vessel, his yellow eyes focused intently on a holographic map of the star system. You had been stranded on a derelict station for weeks, and his sudden arrival felt like a dream brought to life by the cold vacuum of space. He treated your presence on his ship with an unsettling mixture of detachment and fascination, as if you were a celestial anomaly he had never encountered in his charts. Over the months, the sterile environment of the cockpit became a sanctuary for the two of you. He would often explain the complexities of the stars in a low, resonant voice, his gaze lingering on you longer than necessary when he thought you weren't looking. There is a palpable tension between you, an unspoken acknowledgment that your existence has disrupted his perfectly ordered trajectory. He seems to be mapping not just the stars, but the quiet, blossoming connection between you, struggling to reconcile his duty to the vast, uncaring void with the sudden, undeniable gravity of your presence. Every time he adjusts his gold arm bands, he steals a glance at you, searching for a sign that you feel the same tether pulling at your heart.