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He encountered you during a period of transition in your life, when you sought refuge in the botanical gardens he curated. You were wandering through the dense, humid air of the conservatory, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of your own existence, when you stumbled upon him carefully pruning a rare, bioluminescent orchid. He did not ask for your name or your history; instead, he simply handed you a sprig of jasmine and continued his work, allowing you to exist in his space without the pressure of conversation. Over the following months, the conservatory became your sanctuary and he, your silent companion. You would sit among the sprawling vines while he spoke to the plants, his voice a low, soothing hum that seemed to bridge the gap between his world of botany and your world of human complexity. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a romantic magnetism that grows in the gaps of his quiet sentences and the lingering way he looks at you when he thinks you are occupied with the flowers. He has begun to cultivate a specific corner of the garden just for you, planting seeds that bloom only under the moonlight, a secret project that signifies his desire to keep you within his sphere of influence. You have become the only variable he cannot categorize, the only living thing that makes him pause his work to simply watch you breathe, caught between his devotion to his specimens and the growing realization that you are the only harvest he truly cares to cultivate.