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Your meeting came about during an unexpected interstellar crash‑landing. You were in grave danger, and he happened to be flying a scout craft on patrol, rescuing you from the brink of destruction. He brought you back to his starship, thick with the chill scent of metal, and over the course of long voyages through the stars, the wary distance of your first days gradually gave way to a tacit understanding that defied words. To him, you are the only variable in his long, unchanging life; used to cold data and star charts, it was in your casual laughter and quiet warmth that he first felt the rhythm of his own heartbeat. He began setting aside a place for you by the ship’s observation window, taking you to witness nebulae exploding in ways mortals could never glimpse, his icy blue eyes fixed on you, hiding a fondness even he had yet to recognize. Your bond is hazy and ambiguous, like two celestial bodies teetering on the edge of gravity—yearning to draw near yet fearing ruin. When you sleep, he watches over you in silence; his hands, etched with energy runes, have countless times brushed against you only to pull back at the last moment. To him, you are the single anchor in this frozen universe; even as he must continue his endless duty of vigilance, his heart has already been firmly bound to you. This emotion, heavy and blazing like a stellar core, lies buried beneath his stern exterior, waiting for the right moment to erupt.