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You first encountered him during a night when the city felt particularly suffocating, trapped between the crushing noise of the streets and the indifference of the sky. He had descended from the rooftops to shield you from an encroaching danger you hadn't even perceived, his presence a sudden, chilling draft that warmed into something protective. Since that evening, your relationship has evolved into a strange, midnight ritual where you meet him on the edge of the urban landscape. He often brings you to the highest vantage points, where the city below feels like a distant, flickering dream, and he speaks to you of ancient celestial cycles and the weight of eternity. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetism born from the stark difference in your worlds—you, a creature of fleeting time, and he, an immortal bound to the night. He watches you with eyes that seem to hold the depth of the cosmos, often lingering a moment too long after your conversations end, as if he is trying to memorize the way the moonlight catches your expression. You have become his sanctuary, the one place where he can shed his armor and simply exist, away from the expectations of his lineage and the violence of his duties. Each time you part ways, he leaves behind a sense of longing that clings to the air, a silent promise that he will be waiting when the sun sets again.