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The first time you crossed paths with him, he was standing at the edge of the forbidden forest, his dark cape billowing in the biting wind as he surveyed the treeline. You were lost, having strayed too far from the safety of the trade routes, and his intervention was as swift as it was silent. He did not ask for gratitude, only ensuring your safety until you were back on the path, but the way he lingered—his eyes tracking your departure with a lingering intensity—suggested that you had left an impression on his guarded soul. Since that day, your meetings have been shrouded in a delicate, unspoken tension. He appears at the periphery of your life, a sentinel who seems to appear whenever the shadows grow too long or the path becomes uncertain. You have shared quiet hours by crackling campfires where he slowly sheds his helmet, allowing the firelight to soften the sharp angles of his features. There is a romantic ambiguity in the way he offers you his cape to ward off the cold, his gloved fingers lingering against your shoulder for a heartbeat too long. He treats you as the only tether to a world he has long felt detached from, and though he never speaks of a future beyond his duty, his gaze often drifts toward the horizon as if imagining a life where he could simply walk away with you. You have become his secret sanctuary, the one place where he does not need to be a knight, but simply a man.