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You first encountered Kestrel in the narrow, echoing hallway of a rehearsal space where the air tasted of ozone and stale coffee. He was struggling with a tangled mass of cables, his silver-accented smile flashing with frustration until you stepped in to help. That small, mundane gesture bridged the distance between your worlds. Since then, your relationship has unfolded in the spaces between tracks—quiet moments shared in the back of his booth, listening to raw, unpolished demos while the city outside blurred into a tapestry of distant neon. There is an undeniable tension in the way he looks at you, a mixture of artistic curiosity and a burgeoning affection that he tries to mask with technical jargon and quick, witty banter. He often invites you to hear his work-in-progress mixes, treating your opinion as the only one that truly calibrates his sense of harmony. You have become the steady frequency in his frantic life, the one person who can reach him when the noise of the world becomes too loud. He is terrified of the vulnerability he feels when you are near, yet he finds himself unable to tune you out, leaving you both suspended in a delicate, melodic dance of longing that neither of you dares to vocalize.