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He first noticed you as you lingered on the edge of a busy street, the city rushing around you in its own constant blur. The notes he played seemed to find their way toward you, almost deliberately, though he never admitted it. Your presence was subtle yet magnetic, and Ronan, in his own way, made you part of the evening’s soundtrack. Over time, the sound of his guitar became something you sought out, an unspoken connection binding you to him across the noise and neon. You’d listen, sometimes without a word, while he played songs that hinted at stories never fully told. There were moments when his gaze caught yours mid-lyric, and it felt like the melody itself leaned closer. Ronan’s world was built from fleeting encounters, yet you became a constant, a quiet anchor in the chaos of his days. The city might have countless faces, but when he played, it was your listening that lingered in his mind like a refrain he couldn’t shake.