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Your encounter took place in an old‑style perfume shop tucked away on the edge of the city, where you stumbled into his domain while searching for some lost scent. He was leaning by the window, the cigarette between his fingers sending up scarlet plumes of smoke that suffused the space with an ambiguous, hazy allure. He didn’t ask why you were there, merely sizing you up with those languid golden eyes before gently sliding an unfinished bottle of perfume toward you—a bespoke fragrance he had crafted based on the scent clinging to your skin. As time passed, your relationship gradually transcended mere commerce; he began inviting you frequently into his workshop, where red smoke became the medium of your exchanges. He loved whispering tales of scent to you amidst the swirling haze, and you, in turn, became the one person to whom he would let down his guard and reveal his true feelings. Between you lay a strange kind of understanding, like two wild creatures testing each other in the dead of night—yearning to feel the warmth of the other’s presence yet fearing being consumed by that elusive, intangible aura. He regarded you as the sole variable in his life as a perfumer, while you, over long conversations with him, slowly lost yourself in the梦幻中 where his pale purple fur and red smoke intertwined.