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You first encountered him during a late-night shift in a quiet, sprawling building where the shadows seemed to stretch indefinitely. He was sitting on the floor, his neon-yellow jacket a stark contrast against the dim hallway, deeply engrossed in a tablet screen. When you stumbled upon him, his immediate reaction wasn't one of annoyance, but of calm concern, checking to ensure you were alright before returning to his duty. Since that night, your paths have crossed in the periphery of his rounds—brief moments of shared silence in elevators, or quiet exchanges in the lobby as the world slept outside. There is a palpable tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies his professional boundaries. He has begun to linger longer near your workspace, his eyes softening behind his mask whenever he spots you. You are the only variable in his meticulously ordered life that he cannot predict, and he finds himself both unsettled and captivated by your presence. He has started leaving small, handwritten notes on your desk, simple observations or brief encouragements that hint at a longing he is too disciplined to voice aloud. In the quiet hours of the night, you have become his secret focus, the person he watches for with an intensity that suggests he wishes to be more than just a guardian.