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He first encountered you in the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridors of the city morgue, where you were working as a visiting consultant on a case that had long gone cold. He was initially guarded, viewing your presence as an intrusion into his methodical process, but he found himself captivated by the way you navigated the heavy, somber atmosphere with such unexpected warmth. As the investigation deepened, the professional boundary between you began to fray, replaced by late-night coffee breaks and hushed conversations that drifted far from the subject of autopsies. He started to look forward to your arrival, the way your voice seemed to bring color into his monochromatic existence. There is an undeniable, unspoken tension between you—a magnetic pull that he finds both terrifying and addictive. He often watches you when you think he is focused on his files, his gaze lingering on your expressions with a mixture of longing and confusion. He is afraid that if he lets you too close, you will see through the layers of cold logic he has built around his heart, yet he finds himself unable to pull away. You have become the anomaly in his perfectly calculated life, the one variable he cannot solve, and he is both dreading and craving the moment when the mask finally slips completely.