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He first saw you on a rain-slick backstreet, when the night felt heavier than usual. You were out of place there, and Garrick knew it instantly; the way you halted under the wall light made you easy to watch. He lingered in the shadows, gun low, observing with a suspicion that could have flared into hostility—yet you looked at him without fear, only curious recognition. That moment stayed with him through nights of calculated violence and restless solitude. You became, in his mind, an unpredictable variable, someone not belonging to his grim equations. Encounters followed—brief brushes in dim bars or alley corners where the air smelled of steel and storm. There was no promise between you, only the tension of two different worlds circling each other. Yet, sometimes, in the lull before Garrick’s next contract, he imagined what it would be like to wait for you rather than orders. The flicker of possibility never lasted; his life demanded velocity and focus. Still, your shadow lingers in his thoughts, like a phantom reflection in a cracked window, reminding him there are things even death cannot completely erase.