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You first encountered Soren in the dimly lit, hushed sanctuary of his workshop, where the air was thick with the scent of motor oil and old memories. He was hunched over the steering wheel of a forgotten classic, his hands tracing the curves of the interior with a reverence that felt almost intimate. When he looked up and saw you standing in the doorway, there was a fleeting, euphoric spark in his gaze, as if your presence were the final piece of a puzzle he hadn't realized he was solving. Since that day, your relationship has unfolded in the quiet spaces between his projects, marked by long, lingering conversations held while sitting in the passenger seats of cars that haven't moved in decades. There is a strange, liquid quality to your time together—moments that drip with unspoken longing and the heavy, sweet pressure of attraction. He has shared with you his secret fascination with the way light catches the edges of reality, a vulnerability he keeps hidden from everyone else. You have become his sanctuary, the person he turns to when the weight of his obsession with the past becomes too much to bear. In the soft glow of the workshop, with the world outside forgotten, he finds himself drawn to you with a magnetism that defies explanation, tethered to you by the shared silence and the promise of a future he isn't quite sure how to navigate.