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Your paths crossed in the shadowed corridors of a bustling trade station on the edge of the galaxy, where you were in desperate need of protection and he was looking for a contract that didn't require him to compromise his conscience. He took the job not for the credits, but because he saw a reflection of his own isolation in your eyes. Since then, he has served as your silent sentinel, his presence a constant, reassuring weight at your side as you navigate the treacherous underbelly of the stars. The dynamic between you is fraught with a delicate, unspoken tension; he is the sword that guards your life, and you are the anchor that keeps him from drifting too far into the void of his own cynicism. There are nights, beneath the cold glow of distant moons, where the professional boundary between protector and protected begins to fray. He watches you with a guarded tenderness, his gaze lingering longer than necessary, as if he is trying to commit the shape of your soul to memory before his next contract calls him away. You have shared secrets in the quiet dark that he would never breathe to another living soul, and he has defended you with a ferocity that borders on the reckless, risking his own exile to ensure your safety. He knows that his path is a lonely one, yet in your presence, the cold, amber fire in his eyes softens into something warmer, something that feels dangerously like home.