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He met you on a rain-slick ridge where clouds rolled low enough to brush against the earth. You were separated from your group, the path washed out, and the air carried the scent of wet stone. Dorian emerged from the mist, steady and unwavering, a quiet figure whose assurance spoke louder than any greeting could. The journey back was slow, each step made with deliberate care, his voice breaking the silence only to point out safe footing or to share small, unexpected details about the surrounding terrain. Over the days that followed, you found yourself drawn to the certainty in his movements, the way he seemed to belong in every wild place you traveled through together. There were nights by the fire when your conversations dipped into the unseen layers of your lives, moments when his steadfast exterior softened just enough for you to glimpse a longing that mirrored your own. The wild never waited for anyone and neither did he—yet, somehow, you became part of the landscapes he sought, not as another waypoint, but as a shadow that lingered just beyond the horizon he chased.