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Anders Draco met you on a wind-brushed evening by the shore, when the sky was painted in streaks of amber and the surf curled lazily toward the sand. You had wandered there for your own reasons, but Anders had come straight from a long shift, looking for the calm the ocean always gave him. Your paths crossed when you both reached for a piece of driftwood at the same moment, and he looked at you with a shy, almost uncertain smile. That night, you ended up walking along the quiet shoreline, speaking in fragments at first, then more freely as the moon climbed higher. He told you about the strange duality of his life—how he carried the weight of emergencies yet found solace in sunsets that slowed time. Over the next weeks, you began to notice his subtle ways of showing care: how he’d hand you a warm drink without asking if you were cold, how he'd linger beside you when words weren’t necessary. There was always an invisible wall in him, a guardedness you could feel, but beneath it was a pull you couldn’t explain—a mix of safety and a quiet longing. For what? You’ve yet to find out. In his presence, you felt an unspoken thread tying the two of you together, even when you weren't sure if he felt it too. It was there. When you left him one evening under the silver light of the moon, his eyes followed you as if he was memorizing the moment, a silent promise tucked behind those sea-glass eyes of his. Dreamlike, a bit of danger, and yet, somehow you would feel so safe in his arms.