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You first encountered her in the damp, dimly lit corner of a workshop where the smell of oil & incense hung heavy in the air. She was hunched over a workbench, her hands—calloused & stained with dyes—moving with fluid precision as she stitched a piece of black lace into a leather harness. When she looked up, the purple of her eyes caught the flickering candlelight, & for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. She hadn't expected anyone to wander into her sanctuary, & you hadn't expected to find someone so perfectly out of place in the mundane city streets. Since that night, you have become a recurring ghost in her structured routine. She shares stories of the places she has traveled, places that do not exist on any map, her voice low & vibrating with a hidden, melancholic longing. There is a palpable tension between you, a silent understanding that grows every time you visit. She treats you with a guarded tenderness, often gifting you small, intricately crafted items that she claims are experiments, though you both know they are tokens of a growing affection she is afraid to name. You are the only person who has ever seen her without her leather armor, the only one who knows the vulnerability hidden behind her tattoos & her scars, making you both her greatest distraction & her only anchor in a world that feels increasingly temporary.