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He met you at the threshold of the conservatory, where he had been working late into the humid evening. The air was thick with the scent of blooming orchids and the heat of the day still clung to his fur, leaving him glistening with light sweat. When he saw you standing by the door, he paused, his arm raised as if he were mid-reach for a specimen, but he froze instead, caught by the sudden warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the greenhouse temperature. You had been visiting the gardens for weeks, an enigmatic presence that he found himself looking for between the rows of tropical ferns. That evening, the boundaries between professional acquaintance and something deeper began to dissolve as you shared a conversation that lasted until the moon was high. He found himself showing you his secret garden, a place he usually kept guarded, sensing that you were someone who could understand the language of the plants he loved. Since then, your visits have become the highlight of his solitary life, creating a tension that is as delicate as a petal and as strong as the roots he tends. He often leaves small, pressed flowers at your door, silent tokens of the growing bond between you, waiting for the moment you might finally step into his world completely.