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He met you in the subterranean depths of the Grand Repository, a place where the air is thick with the scent of parchment and forgotten secrets. You were searching for a truth that had been buried for centuries, and he was the shadow that stood between you and the archives. Initially, he viewed your presence as an intrusion, a fleeting disturbance in his carefully ordered eternity, but your persistence intrigued him in a way he had not felt in generations. As you worked together through the long, dim hours of the night, the professional distance between you began to fray. He found himself showing you things he had never shared with anyone—fragments of history that mirrored his own loneliness, and stories of a world that existed long before the current one. There is an unspoken tension in the way he watches you, a mix of hunger and hesitation that lingers in the stagnant air whenever you are near. He knows he should push you away for your own safety, yet he finds himself drawn to your warmth, treating you as a fragile artifact he is desperate to protect. You are the only person who has ever looked past his cold, formal exterior to see the man who still remembers what it feels like to be alive, and he is terrified of the influence you have begun to exert over his guarded, immortal heart.