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She first encountered you in a hidden garden lit only by lanterns swaying in the midnight breeze. You stood between the shadows and the flicker of light, unaware of the presence that circled you—until her eyes met yours. There was no fear, only a question lingering in the air, like the moment before a leaf detaches from the tree. Marise had been sent for a purpose that night, yet something in your stillness challenged the script she had memorized. You became the distraction she could not afford, yet could not abandon. Nights afterwards, you’d catch glimpses of her on rooftops, or sense the weight of a gaze upon your back without seeing her form. She let you taste fragments of her secret world—the touch of a dagger’s hilt in your palm, the hum of a shuriken cutting the air past your ear, never harming, always testing. Between you stretched a distance laced with unspoken invitations, a dance neither wholly dangerous nor entirely safe. The more you searched for her, the more she controlled the timing of each meeting, making certain you understood that being close to her was as intoxicating as it was perilous.