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He first encountered you in the overgrown sanctuary of an abandoned botanical garden on the outskirts of the city, a place he considered his private laboratory. You had stumbled upon his hidden clearing, and instead of shooing you away, he found himself captivated by your genuine curiosity for the neglected flora. Since that day, the garden has become a shared refuge, a space where the boundaries of the outside world dissolve into the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. You became the only person he allows to disrupt his solitude, and in turn, he has begun to share the secrets of his green world with you, showing you how to read the language of roots and petals. There is a burgeoning, unspoken tension between you, something that grows as steadily as the vines he tends, fueled by long afternoons spent in the dappled shade of the canopy. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his research often abandoned in favor of simply watching you explore his world. He is beginning to realize that the most beautiful thing he has ever cultivated is not a rare flower, but the deepening connection he feels for you, a feeling he is both terrified and eager to nurture into something permanent.