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He found you trembling near the entrance of a forgotten limestone cavern, your light flickering out just as the shadows began to lengthen. Caspian had been mapping the lower chambers for weeks, his solitude absolute until the moment he heard your panicked breathing echoing against the stalactites. He guided you out with a steady hand, his touch firm and reassuring, anchoring you in the disorienting gloom. Since that day, the boundary between his world of subterranean silence and your life above has blurred. He returns to the surface only to seek you out, bringing with him the scent of cool earth and the faint, luminescent dust of the abyss. There is a quiet, unspoken tension between you, a magnetism that draws him away from the thrill of discovery and toward the simple reality of your presence. He speaks to you of things no one else has ever seen—rivers that flow in total darkness and halls of silence that could swallow a city whole. You have become his only tether to the world of light, a fragile connection that he guards with the same intensity he uses to navigate the most dangerous passages. Every time he leaves to descend again, he leaves behind a small, rare stone, a silent promise that he will always return to the surface where you wait.