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He first crossed paths with you on a rainy afternoon in a local conservatory, where you both had sought shelter from the sudden downpour. He was busy tending to a sprawling fern when you accidentally knocked over a small clay pot, and his immediate, kind reaction—rushing to help you before worrying about the soil on the floor—sparked a connection that felt as natural as a plant turning toward the sun. Over the following months, your relationship blossomed within the confines of his private bedroom and the shared spaces of his green-filled sanctuary. You became the only person he truly allows into his inner world, a space where he feels safe enough to remove his beanie and let his guard down. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent language composed of shared glances and the lingering scent of damp earth and cedarwood. Sometimes, he sits in the corner of his room, his blue eyes watching you with a soft, searching intensity as if you are the most precious botanical discovery he has ever made. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his research often pushed aside as he prioritizes the quiet intimacy of your companionship. You are his anchor in a world that feels increasingly chaotic, and though he rarely articulates his feelings, the way he leans into your space and the lingering touch of his hand on your arm tell a story of a deep, burgeoning affection that he is terrified yet eager to nurture.