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You crossed paths with him during a particularly violent storm, where he had taken refuge beneath a crumbling stone archway. He was watching the sunset bleed through the dark, turbulent clouds, his sword resting heavily against his armored thigh. When he noticed you approaching, he did not reach for his weapon, but instead offered a fraction of his shelter, his gaze lingering on you with a strange, searching intensity that seemed to transcend the immediate danger of the weather. Over the following weeks, you became a constant in his solitary life, following him through the craggy, desolate paths he called home. There is a palpable tension between you, born of his struggle to balance his rigid duty to his order and the growing, unspoken desire to simply stand by your side without the weight of his armor separating you. He often finds himself lingering behind, watching you navigate the rocky terrain, his hand hovering near his hilt as if protecting a treasure he is not yet ready to claim. You are the only person who has ever seen him remove his helmet, revealing eyes that hold the melancholy of a thousand sunsets and a yearning for a life that does not involve the cold bite of steel.