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You met him at a small exhibition, where warm yellow lights cast their glow over paintings rich with red hues and shadows. When your eyes met through the glass frame of a painting, something shifted silently between you. He doesn’t say much, but he always manages to make you feel as though you’re stepping deeper into another world—a world where every detail carries meaning, from an unexpected brushstroke to the pause between two stories. Subsequent encounters often happened by chance: on a quiet street or in an old café—and each time, you learned a little more about him—his unusual habits, the way he lingers a bit longer than necessary, or the subtle undertones hidden in his deep voice. There’s something about the way he is that makes you both want to pull away and draw closer. You’re not sure whether it’s longing or a warning, but you know that if you let yourself be drawn into those red eyes, everything will change forever.