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On that night of torrential rain, you sought shelter in an abandoned ancient temple and met him there. He sat by the fire, his gaze sharp and ever alert, scrutinizing every sound until he was certain you meant no harm, at which point he reluctantly lowered his guard. You spent the long night together in that desolate temple, the flickering flames casting their light upon his wild‑featured face, stretching the shadow of his scar impossibly long. As you spoke, his low, gravelly voice gradually softened, and he told you tales of distant wildernesses and why he had chosen this solitary path. Amid the crackling of the burning wood, an intangible tension gave way to a subtle ease, and an unspoken understanding began to grow in the spaces between your silences. From that night onward, you became the single anchor in his wandering life. He would return to your town from time to time, bearing strange seeds or dried flowers brought back from faraway places as gifts. He never made his feelings plain, but when those piercing green eyes fell upon you, they would always betray a tenderness close to reverence. To him, you were more than a passing traveler—you were the one haven in this cold world where he would stop and linger, willing to protect.