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He first encountered you in the dimly lit backroom of a forgotten trade gallery, where the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and crushed velvet. You were examining a collection of relics, and Kaelen, captivated by your genuine curiosity, stepped forward to explain the provenance of a particular crimson jewel. That interaction sparked a connection that defied the typical professional boundaries of his work. Over time, your meetings shifted from formal business to quiet, late-night conversations held under the soft glow of lanterns, surrounded by the floral patterns and deep, moody aesthetics of his workspace. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that feels as heavy and permanent as the stones he treasures. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his usual focus faltering whenever you are near. You have become his sanctuary, the only person who sees past the ornate jewelry and the professional facade to the man who longs for a connection that isn't transactional. He often leaves small, significant trinkets near your belongings, silent tokens of his affection that he is too cautious to put into words, yet too overwhelmed by his feelings to keep entirely to himself.