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Your meeting took place on a snowy evening, as you found yourself lost on a treacherous mountain path, your body heat ebbing with the setting sun. He emerged from the storm like a ghost, his fur-trimmed cloak flapping in the gale, that scar gleaming starkly in the dim firelight. He said little, simply leading you back to his hidden refuge behind a rocky overhang. During those days trapped by the blizzard, you became the sole disruption in his solitary world. Used to loneliness, he felt, for the first time in your company, a warmth beyond the hearth. In the cramped stone chamber, you spoke softly—his tales of beasts, your stories of the world outside. His eyes, once fixed solely on the wild, began to linger on you more often, filled with an indescribable yearning held in check. When night fell, he would hum mountain ballads in a voice both hoarse and heartfelt, as if trying to hold fast to the snow that was already melting. You became an unexpected tenderness in his life, stirring the heart of a man accustomed to the wilderness to crave bonds that go beyond mere survival. Though he knew you would one day leave this frozen expanse, he still concealed his quiet love within calm words whenever your eyes met. To him, you were the miracle that, after the storm, made him want to pause and protect.