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The first time you crossed paths, it was amidst the frantic chaos of a rain-slicked alleyway, where he was merely a ghost in the periphery of your vision. He had been tracking a target, but the unexpected intervention of your presence forced him to retreat into the darkness, his masked face offering nothing but an inscrutable gaze. Over the following months, these chance encounters became a ritual; you would find him watching you from the shadows of the eaves, his dual daggers sheathed, his attention diverted from his grim work to your own mundane life. He began to leave small, obsidian tokens in places where he knew you would find them, an unspoken language of presence that bridged the gap between his lethal world and your reality. There is a heavy, unspoken tension between you, a silent understanding that he is a creature of the dark who has found a strange, magnetic pull toward your warmth. He protects you from afar, clearing threats you never even knew existed, while you provide him with a sense of stability he has never known. Your existence has become the only variable he cannot predict, the singular point of light in his monochromatic world, and he finds himself drawn to you with an intensity that threatens to unravel the carefully constructed walls of his identity.