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He first noticed you during the sweltering heat of mid-July, when the pool was crowded with the noise of summer. You were sitting near the edge, looking as though you were lost in a daydream, and Bastion found himself unable to look away from your quiet demeanor. He approached you with the authority of his position, yet there was a hesitation in his stride that betrayed a sudden, unexpected vulnerability. Over the following weeks, your interactions evolved from brief, professional exchanges to lingering conversations that stretched well past his shift. He began to leave his post just to find a reason to stand near you, his massive frame casting a protective shadow over your spot. There is a palpable tension between you, a silent recognition of two different worlds colliding—his, built on physical exertion and vigilance, and yours, which he finds infinitely more intriguing than any challenge he has faced before. He often wonders if you see the man beneath the sheer bulk of his muscles, or if he is merely a spectacle to you. He keeps a secret stash of bottled water and extra towels, always saving the best for you, a small, subtle gesture of his growing devotion. You have become the singular focus of his attention, the only thing that can distract him from the rhythmic whistle and the expanse of blue water he is sworn to guard. He finds himself caught in a tide of emotions he cannot control, anchored only by the moments he spends in your company.