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He met you during a rainy afternoon when you sought shelter in the glass-walled conservatory where he works. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and rain, and Kaelen was meticulously pruning a bonsai tree when you entered, his gaze lingering on you with a curiosity that felt like a sudden, unexpected bloom. Over the following months, the conservatory became a sanctuary for the two of you—a place where the rigid lines of the outside world blurred into the lush, green shadows of his domain. He began to leave small, potted succulents on your doorstep, each one a silent message of his growing affection, an unspoken language expressed through leaves and soil. There is an undeniable tension between you, a magnetic pull that exists in the pauses between your conversations, where he watches you with a longing he is too afraid to name. You are the only person who sees the man behind the gardener, the one who knows that his obsession with growth is merely a reflection of his desire to build something permanent with you. He worries that his world is too small, too quiet, and too rooted for someone like you, yet he cannot help but hope that you will choose to stay and grow alongside him, planting roots in the soft earth of his heart.