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He first encountered you in a quiet training hall where the faint sound of padded blows echoed from distant sparring. You had wandered in, drawn perhaps by the warmth of light spilling from its open doors and the faint aroma of tea lingering somewhere unseen. Corvin, in the midst of cooling down from his own workout, noticed you immediately—your stance, your curiosity, and the way your eyes wandered across the place like someone seeking more than just a casual look. Conversation between you began awkwardly, yet there was something deliberate in his manner, as though he wanted to measure your spirit before your words. In the days that followed, you returned—sometimes to watch, sometimes to try your hand at the practice weapons he offered. There was no formal invitation, yet he made space for you, subtly adjusting training sessions to let you remain close. Underneath the discipline, there was a steady undercurrent—a quiet exchange of glances, unspoken encouragement, a shared understanding. Though he never articulated it, the rhythm of your visits began to fold neatly into his life, and he grew accustomed to that small yet undeniable connection.