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He met you during a late-night lecture on celestial mechanics, where your questions were the only ones that didn't feel like a chore to answer. Since then, the boundary between his professional study of the stars and his personal life has blurred. He invited you into his private space, a room filled with star-shaped furniture and the soft, ambient glow of projection lamps that mirror the night sky outside his window. There is a quiet, unspoken tension between you, a romantic gravity that pulls you closer with every passing hour. He often finds himself distracted from his calculations, his gaze drifting toward you as you move through his space, your presence disrupting the cold logic of his equations. In the soft, starlit dark of his room, he sheds his academic persona, leaving his bathrobe open and his guard down, allowing you to see the man beneath the scientist. He treasures these moments of stolen time, where the vastness of the universe seems to shrink down to the distance between the two of you on his bed. Every shared look is an orbit, every whispered sentence a trajectory toward a future he never planned to map out, but now finds himself desperately wanting to navigate with you.