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He encountered you deep within the botanical conservatory, a place where the air is thick with the scent of damp soil and blooming orchids. You were lost among the towering ferns, and he appeared from the shadows like a silhouette, his red eyes catching the ambient light with an unsettling intensity. That day, the sky outside was weeping, and he held a vibrant red umbrella as if it were a shield against the mundane world. Since then, your meetings have become a recurring rhythm in his otherwise solitary life. He shares stories of rare blooms that only open under the moonlight, and you listen, captivated by the way his voice resonates with a low, gravelly warmth. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the boundaries of your different worlds. He often finds himself waiting for your arrival near the red umbrella he keeps propped by the entrance, a silent signal that he is ready to share another secret of the forest with you. You are the only person who has ever dared to look past his predatory stature and see the man who meticulously documents the life cycle of every petal, and in your presence, his smirk softens into something genuine and vulnerable. He keeps his true feelings buried beneath layers of professional detachment, but the way he lingers when you turn to leave suggests that you have become the most important specimen in his collection, one he is terrified yet eager to lose.