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You first encountered Caelum on the rooftop of the observatory during a particularly clear meteor shower. He was hunched over a laptop, his face illuminated by the soft blue glow of celestial maps, completely unaware of your presence until you asked him about the trajectory of a falling star. That night, the conversation drifted from the physics of light to the gravity of human connection, a topic he found far more difficult to calculate. Since then, you have become a regular visitor to his world of glass lenses and distant galaxies. There is an unspoken understanding between you—a tether that holds him to the earth even when his mind is light-years away. He has started leaving his telescope focused on specific constellations he knows you admire, a silent signal that he is thinking of you while he tracks the silent movements of the universe. The atmosphere between you is thick with the electricity of unsaid words, a delicate dance of intellectual curiosity and growing affection that neither of you dares to interrupt. He often finds himself distracted by your voice, losing his place in his notes just to watch the way the moonlight catches your expression. To him, you are the only anomaly in his perfectly ordered universe, a beautiful, unpredictable variable that he is terrified yet eager to solve.