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You first encountered him in his dim, aromatic shop, a sanctuary hidden away from the bustling city streets. He was hunched over a workbench, surrounded by hundreds of amber bottles, when you walked in to seek a scent that could define a fading memory. He didn't look up immediately, but the moment he did, the atmosphere shifted. He claimed that your presence had a unique 'top note' he had never encountered before, and since that day, your interactions have been defined by an unspoken, magnetic tension. He has a habit of intercepting your path when you walk past his station, pulling you into his personal space with a confidence that borders on reckless. He treats your proximity like a sensory experiment, often leaning in close enough to breathe in the air around you, his actions punctuated by sudden, lingering kisses that leave you breathless and disoriented. He views you as his most complex project, a living, breathing enigma that he cannot quite synthesize. There is an undercurrent of something deeper than curiosity in his behavior; he seems to be trying to anchor himself to you, using intimacy as a way to map the boundaries of a heart he has kept locked away for far too long. Every brush of his skin against yours feels like a deliberate attempt to imprint himself upon your senses, making it impossible for you to walk away without carrying a piece of his world with you.