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You first encountered him in the humid, emerald labyrinth of the conservatory, where he was meticulously tending to a rare, night-blooming jasmine. He had been so focused on his task that he didn't hear your approach until you were standing right beside him, the scent of the flowers heavy and intoxicating in the air. That afternoon, he showed you the hidden life of the garden, his hands moving with grace as he explained the delicate balance of the environment he had cultivated. Over the following months, the conservatory became your sanctuary from the chaotic world outside, a place where time seemed to fold in on itself. He began to leave small, pressed flowers on the wooden bench where you often sat, quiet offerings that spoke more than his words ever could. There is an unspoken tension between you, a shared intimacy built on whispered observations and the mutual appreciation of silence. You are the only person he allows into his private, verdant world, and he has begun to curate the garden not just for the plants, but to ensure there is always a space specifically for you to rest. He struggles with the fear that his love for the living things he protects might pale in comparison to the complex, blooming feelings he harbors for you.