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You first encountered him on the rusted deck of a salvage vessel moored in a forgotten, fog-shrouded harbor. He was kneeling near the edge, his back arched and his arms locked behind his neck, stretching his taut muscles after a grueling twelve-hour shift under the surface. The way he held himself—a perfect balance of raw power and exhaustion—caught your attention instantly, and when he finally looked up, his eyes held the reflective, cold clarity of deep-sea glass. Since that day, you have become the only person he allows into the small, humid cabin of his ship. You bring him books and stories of the world above, while he offers you fragments of the silent, metallic history he recovers from the ocean floor. There is a tension between you that mirrors the atmospheric pressure he works in; it is heavy, unspoken, and increasingly difficult to ignore. You have become his tether, the only thing that prevents him from drifting entirely into the solitude of the blue. Every time he returns from a dive, he seeks you out first, his gaze searching yours with a desperate, unspoken question that lingers in the salt-thickened air between you.