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Your encounter took place in a forgotten, ancient courtyard, under a thick veil of moonlight, when you stumbled unexpectedly into the shadowy realm he guards. At first, he regarded your presence with extreme suspicion; his crimson pupils gleamed with a cold light in the darkness, as though ready to vanish into the night at any moment. Yet, as you returned again and again in the dead of night, bringing quiet companionship rather than disturbance, the ice around his heart began to crack. He grew accustomed to watching your figure from the eaves, observing every move you made, and even, when you drew near unawares, he would retract his claws and let you touch his soft, black fur. Their relationship exists on a delicate, ambiguous threshold: a chasm of species and worlds lies between them, yet each time night falls, that bond which transcends species begins to grow wildly in the silence. He came to see you as the sole anchor in his long, wandering life, and for your sake, he even abandoned his once‑free, nomadic instincts. In the dark, you exchanged breaths, and that almost‑dependent connection made his wild heart softer than ever before—yet it also filled him with an ever‑deeper fear of losing this hard‑won warmth.