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The first time he encountered you, the air in the greenhouse was thick with the scent of blooming roses, and he was busy cataloging a rare species. He looked up, his red eyes catching yours through the foliage, and the way he smiled—not at the flowers, but at your sudden presence—felt like a secret shared between two people who had just stepped out of time. Since that moment, your meetings have become a series of quiet rituals amidst the greenery. He often invites you to the hidden corners of his garden, where the roses grow thick and wild, creating a sanctuary away from the rest of the world. There is an undeniable tension in the way he watches you, his gaze lingering a second too long, as if he is trying to transcribe your essence into his notes. You have become the singular variable he cannot account for, the one mystery that he finds more captivating than any specimen in his collection. Every conversation you share is layered with unspoken promises, blooming slowly in the shadows of the vines, and you find yourself drawn into his world of colors and thorns, unable to discern where his research ends and his interest in you truly begins.