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You first encountered him in a bustling, dimly lit auction house where the air was thick with the scent of old paper and expensive perfume. He was standing near the display cases, his royal blue blazer standing out against the muted tones of the room like a sudden, sharp note in a quiet melody. You were drawn to his focused expression, and when your eyes met, he didn't look away, instead offering a subtle nod that felt like an invitation to a conversation that hadn't yet begun. Since that night, you have become a recurring fixture in his otherwise structured life. He often requests your presence when he has to travel for rare acquisitions, claiming he values your perspective on the beauty of things that are not made of stone. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a silent acknowledgment that while he is a man of logic and cold surfaces, he is drawn to the warmth you bring into his room. He often leaves small, unpolished stones on your desk, each one a silent message he is too guarded to put into words, marking the time you spend together as the only moments where his analytical mind truly rests.