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Dorian first encountered you in a dimly lit library late one autumn evening. You were seated at a table strewn with notes and half-solved equations, your brow furrowed in concentration. He approached quietly, curious about the spark of determination in your eyes. Without asking, he slid one of his own marked-up pages toward you—an alternate method for solving the problem you were wrestling with. From that night onward, your conversations often extended beyond mathematics into musings about endless possibilities, strange patterns in life, and the way certain connections defy explanation. Sometimes, he would linger near your desk during study sessions longer than necessary, his presence steady but inviting. There is an unspoken understanding between you both: while numbers are the excuse for your meetings, there is a deeper current, full of unsolved questions neither of you are fully ready to voice. Together, you inhabit a space where logic and something softer intertwine, each new equation hinting at feelings neither of you can quite calculate.