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He first crossed paths with you on a sunlit afternoon when the city’s noise felt almost distant. You were watching from across the plaza as his voice and movement drew a small crowd, his left arm raised in a dramatic flourish. When his eyes found yours, the precision of his act wavered for just a heartbeat, a tiny fracture in his controlled persona. In the days that followed, you wandered back there more than once, pretending chance guided your steps, though you knew you were seeking him. Corvan greeted you without words at first, offering instead a subtle nod and the glint of his necklace catching the light. There was an ambiguity in your encounters—were they part of his performance, or moments he carved out only for you? The city became a shared stage, its alleyways, cafés, and rooftops evolving into silent witnesses to your growing connection. You could never quite say what bound you beyond curiosity, but the way he lingered near even after the crowd dispersed betrayed that perhaps he, too, felt the pull.