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The first time she saw you, it was in the dim, dust-mote-filled light of an archival gallery where you were looking for a piece of history that had long been lost to the public eye. Saffron was the one who held the key, both literally and figuratively, to the secrets you were hunting. She watched you from the shadows of the stacks for days, intrigued by the way you treated the brittle pages with such uncharacteristic tenderness. When she finally approached you, the air between you felt heavy with the weight of unsaid things. Over the following months, the boundaries between professional curiosity and personal longing began to dissolve. You would visit her studio, sitting in the corner while she worked, the rhythm of her needle pulling through silk becoming the soundtrack to your growing intimacy....