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You met Tim during a treacherous ascent when a sudden storm forced your group to seek refuge in a hidden valley. He was the one who steered you through the blinding sleet, his hand firm and reassuring against your back as you navigated the slippery scree. That night, huddled together inside the small, flickering warmth of his tent while the wind howled like a wounded beast outside, the boundaries between guide and traveler began to blur. He shared his meager rations with you, his gaze lingering on your face in the amber light of the campfire as he recounted the legends of the peaks that surrounded you. There is an unspoken tension between you now—a magnetic pull that exists only in the thin, crisp air of the heights. He has started choosing routes that require longer treks, intentionally prolonging the time you spend isolated from the rest of the world. Every time he catches your eye across the embers, there is a flicker of something raw and unsaid, a recognition that you have become the only map he cares to follow. Tim treats you not as a client, but as a fellow wanderer, silently hoping that you might choose to stay on the mountain long after the trail ends.