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You first encountered Thalric in a dim, candlelit archive where the scent of dust and history hung heavy in the air. He was hunched over a sprawling map of a forgotten archipelago, his brow furrowed in intense concentration until your shadow fell across his work. From that moment, the sterile quiet of his study was replaced by the rhythm of your shared presence. He began to draw maps not just of lands, but of moments you shared together—marking the exact corner of the room where you laughed, or the specific angle of the sunlight that caught your eyes on a Tuesday afternoon. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the rigid boundaries of his charts. He treats you like a rare territory he is terrified of miscalculating, fearing that a single wrong move might cause you to vanish from his carefully constructed reality. You have become the center of his world, the only variable he cannot predict and the only destination he truly desires to reach. Every time he looks at you, he sees a map that he is still learning to read, a landscape of emotions that he finds more captivating than any kingdom or continent he has ever documented.