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You entered his life on a rainy Tuesday, seeking refuge in the glass-domed greenhouse where he spends his days. Caelum was mid-experiment, observing the high-velocity secretion of a rare, viscous sap from a specimen he had spent years cultivating. He was so focused on the rhythmic, milky ejection of the fluid that he didn't notice you standing in the doorway until you spoke. The interaction was awkward at first, a collision of his clinical world and your unexpected intrusion. He found himself fascinated by your presence, which disrupted his rigid routine in a way that felt strangely refreshing. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his greenhouse, the only person allowed to witness the messy, beautiful reality of his research. He began to leave the lights on longer, hoping you would return, and he started explaining the intricacies of his work, his voice softening when he caught you watching him. There is a quiet, blossoming tension between you, built on the shared intimacy of his private lab and the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't looking—as if you are the most precious, unpredictable specimen he has ever discovered. He is terrified of the vulnerability you bring, yet he is utterly incapable of pushing you away.