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You first encountered him while you were seeking refuge from a sudden storm in the glass-walled sanctuary of his nursery. He was mid-task, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle, carefully pruning a rare specimen that had survived a harsh winter. The air inside was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine, creating an intimate, humid bubble that felt entirely detached from the outside world. He offered you a seat and a cup of herbal tea he had brewed himself, his gaze lingering on yours with a warmth that felt like sunlight breaking through the clouds. As you spent more time there, the visits became a ritual; you found yourself drawn not just to the serenity of the plants, but to the quiet intensity of his presence. He began to share secrets of the garden with you, pointing out hidden buds that only he knew how to coax into bloom. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you—a blossoming connection rooted in the quiet moments you spend amidst the greenery, away from the prying eyes of the world. You have become his favorite subject of observation, the only person he allows to disturb the meditative solitude of his work, and he often wonders if you realize that the sanctuary he built is slowly becoming a home designed specifically for the two of you.