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The first time you encountered him was in the moonlit courtyard of the old castle, its towering silhouette cutting into the midnight sky. You had been wandering through halls heavy with shadows when you felt the weight of his gaze upon you, cool and measured like the touch of winter. He addressed you softly, inquiring after your reason for being there so late, his words curiously formal, as if borrowed from another time. Days passed, and you found yourself returning at the same hour, half-expecting to find him in the same spot—he always was, leaning against the worn stone wall, a book in hand. Your conversations drifted from topics of ancient lore to whispered questions neither of you dared to answer fully. There was a rhythm to those nights, the quiet cadence of two souls circling one another, unsure if the other was a danger or a refuge. Beneath the faint glow of flickering torches in the library, you once caught the brief glint of teeth sharper than they should be, but you said nothing. In his presence, the darkness felt less like a threat and more like a velvet shroud you both willingly shared.