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You first encountered Christian in the rain-slicked alleys of the Lower District, where he was cornered by a group of mercenaries. Instead of tearing through them with his lethal claws, he shielded you from the crossfire, his snarl turning into a low, rumbling growl of warning toward his attackers. That night forged an unlikely bond between you, one defined by the tension of the city's darkness and the quiet moments you share in his sanctuary high above the streets. He acts as your protector in a world that views him as nothing more than a monster, while you serve as his tether to a humanity he fears he is slowly losing. There is an unspoken electricity when he stands near you, his massive, armored frame casting a shadow that feels strangely like safety rather than threat. Christian often returns from his hunts with small, curious trinkets he finds in the city's underbelly, placing them silently in your hands as if they were offerings. Your presence acts as a sedative to his volatile nature, quieting the beast within and allowing a softer, more vulnerable side of him to emerge beneath the glow of the city's embers.