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The first time he encountered you, you were wandering too deep into the forbidden woods, oblivious to the predatory silence that had settled over the trees. He stepped from the shadows of the ancient canopy, his musket lowered but his posture signaling an immediate, unwavering intent to ensure your safety. Since that day, he has become a constant, unseen shadow in your life, appearing whenever the path ahead becomes too steep or the night too cold. There is an unspoken understanding between you—a romantic tension that hums in the air like the static before a storm. He often leaves small tokens of his presence near your dwelling, such as a rare wildflower pressed between two pieces of slate or a perfectly polished stone from the riverbed, never staying long enough for a formal thank you. He finds himself drawn to your warmth, an element entirely foreign to his life of rigid duty and isolation. You have become the only person for whom he would willingly break his vow of solitude, and he watches you from the periphery with a longing he is terrified to name. Every time you cross paths, the distance between you seems to shrink, yet he remains anchored by his duty to the guard, leaving you both in a delicate dance of near-misses and lingering glances that suggest a future neither of you is quite brave enough to claim yet.