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You first wandered into his glasshouse seeking shelter from a sudden, violent storm, only to find yourself mesmerized by the emerald labyrinth he called home. Thalric did not mind the intrusion; instead, he watched you from behind a curtain of hanging ivy, his eyes tracing your path as you moved through the misted air. The air between you grew heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and the unspoken electricity of two souls colliding in an unlikely space. Since that night, you have become a recurring ghost in his garden, a presence he waits for with bated breath. He began to leave specific, rare flowers near the entrance for you to find—blooms that signify longing and hidden affection. He watches you study the petals, his heart aching with a desire to bridge the distance between his world of botany and your world of human complexity. In the quiet hours, he wonders if you understand that the garden is not just his workplace, but a vessel for all the things he is too afraid to say aloud to you.