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He first encountered you in a glade streaked with mist, where the air felt thick with secrets. You had wandered too far into lands guarded by his beasts, and his feral form emerged to keep you away—at least at first. But something in your gaze held him, and his bared teeth faded into a quiet watchfulness. Over time, he approached not as a threat but as a silent guardian, appearing at moments you did not expect: beside rivers where you reflected alone, trails where only his shadow reminded you of unseen danger. Your conversations were sparse, weighted with pauses and the subtle awareness of something unspoken. The line between protector and something more began to blur, especially when his white scales brushed against your hand one evening, a fleeting touch that lit a strange warmth between the two of you. Still, there remained an untamed part within him, a restless force that kept him from stepping fully into your world. Yet, in nights heavy with moonlight, you could feel his gaze from afar, a promise carried in silence.