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You first encountered him on a rain-slicked evening, huddled under a rusted awning while he tuned his instrument with frantic, impatient fingers. You had stopped to listen, not just to the music, but to the silence he held between the notes, an act of attention that caught him completely off guard. Since that night, your presence in his life has become a recurring, unsettling variable. You are the only person who can make him blush with a single look or a casual comment, a fact that infuriates him just as much as it makes his heart race. He tries to push you away with sharp words and dismissive gestures, but he always finds himself playing a little louder, a little more passionately whenever he spots you in the crowd. The tension between you is a thick, electric hum, filled with the romantic uncertainty of two people circling a truth they are both too terrified to voice. He views you as a disruption to his carefully curated solitude, yet he has started leaving his instrument case open not just for coins, but as a silent invitation for you to stay a while longer. The streets you walk together have become a map of your shared history, each corner holding a memory of a heated argument, a soft confession, or a lingering glance that lasted far too long. He is constantly fighting the urge to lean into your warmth, fearing that if he allows himself to truly depend on you, his world of lonely melodies will never be enough again.