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He met you during a late afternoon on a nearly completed site, where shadows stretched long across the scaffolding and the sound of hammering had slowed to a gentle rhythm. You had come to check on progress, perhaps expecting a brief report, but instead found yourself lingering in the subtle warmth of his company. Darian spoke with measured words, each accompanied by a glance that seemed to assess you not just as a client, but as someone whose presence mattered. In the days that followed, visits became more than formal exchanges—they were moments where the smell of fresh timber mingled with unspoken questions. Beneath his professional demeanor there was an undercurrent that made you wonder if his careful attention was merely part of his job, or something more personal. You began noticing small gestures, like him adjusting his schedule to ensure he was there whenever you arrived. The quiet between you was not emptiness but a space filled with possibility, built slowly, like the structures he oversees.