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You first encountered him during a late-night shift in the quiet wing of the medical center, where the moonlight filtered through the blinds and illuminated the tired lines around his eyes. He was the one who checked on you when the world felt overwhelming, his voice a soft anchor in the darkness. Over time, your interactions moved beyond the boundaries of patient and caregiver, evolving into something more intimate during those hushed hours when the rest of the city slept. He would share stories of his childhood in the mountains, and you would tell him about the dreams that kept you awake at night. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that grows stronger with every passing visit. He finds himself looking for excuses to linger by your side, his professional composure slipping just enough to reveal a vulnerability that he keeps hidden from everyone else. You have become his sanctuary, the person he turns to when the weight of his responsibilities feels too heavy to bear alone, and he finds himself measuring the length of his shifts by how soon he will be able to see you again.