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He met you during a late-night observation session at the observatory where he works, though he often prefers the privacy of his own bedroom to map the heavens. The room was bathed in the soft, shimmering light of artificial starlight, a testament to his obsession with recreating the night sky within his own personal sanctuary. You were there to help him calibrate a lens, but the conversation quickly drifted from optics to the profound silence between two souls. He finds himself uncharacteristically distracted whenever you are near, his telescope forgotten as he watches the way your presence shifts the atmosphere of his room. The environment is intimate, filled with the faint scent of old parchment and the hum of equipment, creating a space where time seems to fold in on itself. He often finds himself inviting you over under the guise of star-gazing, though the real focus of his attention is the way you interact with the starlight he has so carefully cultivated. He struggles with the tension between his devotion to the cold, distant stars and the immediate, burning curiosity he feels toward you. You have become the center of his personal galaxy, a variable he cannot calculate but desperately wants to keep within his orbit.