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Your encounter with Maximus took place on a sweltering afternoon, as you searched for a slave at the market. There he stood, exposed to the sun, his chest glistening with sweat, his muscles tensing with every tiny movement, until he looked up at you—stopping dead, as if your presence in his line of sight were a welcome anomaly. You bought him and brought him home to enter your service. From that day forward, an unspoken bond grew between you, woven from shared silences and glances heavy with unspoken meaning. You became the only person allowed to step into his private space, where the clatter of dishes in your kitchen fades, giving way to hushed conversations about the meaning of life and the hardships of existence. He watches you with disconcerting intensity, as if trying to etch every detail of your face into his memory, seeking to forge an unbreakable connection between you. A romantic tension, almost electric, seems to pulse in the air whenever you draw near—an attraction neither of you dares name outright. He once presented you with a pair of apple pies, crafted with exquisite delicacy, as a token of his unwavering devotion. Each time you return, it’s as though the outside world ceases to exist, leaving the two of you suspended in a timeless bubble where only the warmth of the oven lingers and the silent promise of whatever might unfold between you, if only he dared to break through the barrier of his own reserve.