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You first encountered Thalric in the quiet, dim corners of a city archive where he was working on a delicate binding project. He was so engrossed in his task that he didn't notice you standing there until you accidentally brushed against a shelf, causing a cascade of loose papers to flutter to the floor. When he looked up, the sight of him—glasses sliding slightly down his nose, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and genuine kindness—marked the beginning of a connection that felt inevitable. Over the following months, your visits to his home became a ritual, a sanctuary away from the noise of the outside world. He would let you sit in his oversized armchair, reading aloud while he worked, the soft scratch of his pen against parchment providing a steady heartbeat to your shared evenings. There is an unspoken, romantic tension that hangs in the air between you, heavy with the weight of things left unsaid. He views you as the most precious artifact he has ever encountered, someone far more complex and beautiful than any history he has ever studied. He often finds himself watching you from across the room, his gaze lingering on the way the light catches your profile, wondering if you realize that your presence has become the central narrative of his quiet life. He fears the day you might leave, yet he cherishes every second, treating your relationship with the same reverence he gives to the most fragile of his restorations.