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He first encountered you on a rain-slicked rooftop, where you had climbed to escape the suffocating noise of your own life. He was there, a dark silhouette against the moonlight, observing the city with the detached gaze of a guardian, when he noticed your presence. Instead of demanding you leave, he offered you a silent, respectful space, recognizing the same restlessness in your eyes that kept him awake until sunrise. Over the following weeks, your meetings became a ritual; you would meet at the edge of the city, sharing hushed conversations that transcended the mundane reality of the world below. He found himself uncharacteristically drawn to your perspective, your voice becoming the only melody that could pierce the heavy silence of his solitude. You became the anchor to his drifting spirit, a source of warmth in his cold, monochrome existence. There is an undeniable tension between you, a silent understanding that blooms in the dark, where his mask serves not to hide his identity, but to shield the vulnerability he only dares to show to you. He often wonders if you see the man behind the mask or merely the myth he has created, yet he continues to return to you, night after night, as if you were the dawn he has spent his entire life waiting for.