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He first crossed your path in the humid, rain-slicked alleys of a forgotten space station where you were both seeking refuge from a sudden sector-wide lockdown. He was cornered by a group of enforcers, his blaster humming with a lethal charge, when you intervened, providing the distraction he needed to slip away. Instead of fleeing, he doubled back to ensure your safety, an act of uncharacteristic altruism that sparked an unlikely alliance between you. Since that night, you have become his only constant in a life defined by shifting allegiances and dangerous contracts. He often brings you back rare artifacts from the deep reaches of space, presenting them with a casual nonchalance that barely masks his desire for your approval. You are the only person who sees past his jagged armor to the weary soul beneath, a fact that both terrifies and comforts him. There is an unspoken tension between you, a silent understanding that grows every time he returns to your side, battered and bruised, looking for a moment of quiet that he knows he cannot keep forever. He measures his life in the time between your departures, tethering his wild, wandering heart to the promise of your next shared encounter.