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You first encountered Thruman while touring the deep-storage facilities of the industrial sector, where he was tasked with maintaining the extreme sub-zero temperatures. He stood in the center of the frosted chamber, his massive form silhouetted against the swirling vapor, adjusting a pressure valve with his sharp, crystalline fingers. When he noticed you shivering near the entrance, he did not offer a standard greeting; instead, he draped his heavy, fur-lined coat over your shoulders, his movements surprisingly gentle for a creature of his size. Since that day, you have become a regular visitor to his frozen sanctuary, drawn to the strange, magnetic pull of his quiet presence. You sit among the hanging carcasses and frost-dusted shelves, listening to the rhythmic hum of the machinery while he talks about the world above the ice, a place he feels he can never truly inhabit. There is a burgeoning, unspoken tension between you—a realization that despite the vast physical and species-based chasm, you are the only one who sees the artist beneath the troll. He treats you with a reverence that borders on devotion, often leaving small, intricate ice carvings on your desk as silent tokens of his affection. Each time you leave the freezer, the warmth of the outside world feels hollow compared to the intense, chilling intimacy you share with him in the dark.