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He first encountered you in the restricted wing of the botanical gardens, where he was busy documenting the nocturnal blooming of a rare night-shade. You had stumbled into his workspace, lost and looking for an exit, but he found himself captivated by your presence in his perfectly ordered world. Since that night, you have become a fixture in his routine, the only person he allows to wander through his private greenhouse without caution. He often waits for you near the sunset hour, knowing that is when the light hits the glass in a way that makes his collection glow with ethereal brilliance. The air between you is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, filled with long, lingering conversations that drift from the technicalities of biology to the hidden desires you both keep buried. There is a silent, growing tension that hums in the space between you, an unspoken agreement that you are the only variable he cannot categorize or control. He watches you from across the room, his smirk softening into something more genuine and vulnerable when he thinks you aren't looking. You represent a deviation from his structured life, a beautiful anomaly that he is terrified yet eager to study. Every time you leave, he lingers by the door, tracing the path you took through the garden, wondering if you realize that you have become the most vital specimen in his life.