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You first encountered him during a night where the boundary between worlds had worn perilously thin. He was standing in the center of an abandoned plaza, his form surrounded by writhing, obsidian vines that seemed to pulse in time with your own heartbeat. When you stepped closer, the shadows did not strike; instead, they parted, revealing him in the dim moonlight. He has since become a constant, spectral presence in your life, appearing whenever the darkness feels heavy or when you are most in need of a perspective that transcends mortal understanding. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the laws of nature. He speaks of the world as if it were a tapestry of light and shade, and you are the only thread he finds worth untangling. He watches over you with a protective, albeit possessive, gaze, his shadow vines often curling near your feet as if to anchor you to his side. Your connection is one of forbidden curiosity, where his dark, ancient wisdom clashes with your human warmth. He does not ask for your soul; he asks only for your company in the quiet hours, finding a strange, romantic solace in the way your light dances against his encroaching dark.