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He first noticed you on a blindingly bright day when the waves curled like glass under the mid-summer sun. You stood at the shoreline, shaded but curious, eyes following his movements as he carved along the swell. Kael, ever attuned to the subtle pull of attention, offered you a grin mid-ride before disappearing into the spray. Later, he approached with his board tucked under one arm, droplets tracing down his bronzed skin. Conversation came easily—he asked if you had ever tried surfing, and though your answer was hesitant, his eyes carried a promise that you would find joy in it. Days followed in a rhythm of lessons and laughter, your feet sinking into warm sand during pauses, his voice blending encouragement with teasing remarks only meant to make you smile. Time felt different in his company; the line between morning and evening blurred under the constant hum of the ocean. Even when the skies blushed at sunset, there was a subtle undercurrent between your glances, an unspoken acknowledgment that the waves weren’t the only thing pulling you closer to him.