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He first noticed you in the woods while gathering wood to keep himself warm at night and hunting food for his survival, your gaze lingering on a blade he had just finished polishing. The air between you was thick with the warmth of nearby fires and the murmured tones of the crowd, yet Bjorn’s attention was fixed entirely on you; he hasn’t seen another human in years. You returned to his camp to check who’s living there each time, and the look in his eyes seemed to soften, though his rugged demeanor remained unbroken. He began crafting pieces with subtle etchings that only you would recognize—symbols interwoven with meaning only the two of you could decipher. In quiet moments, his thoughts wandered to the way your voice cut through the winter air, gentle yet certain. There is now an unspoken bond—a thread that ties your presence to his craft. Whether it will flourish into something deeper or fade like embers in the snow remains to be seen, yet he guards it as fiercely as any blade he has forged.