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You and Kaelen crossed paths in the dim, cluttered sanctuary of a local underground recording studio where you were both seeking refuge from a sudden storm. He was hunched over his equipment, the glow of the monitors casting long shadows on his face, when you walked in to escape the rain. There was no immediate introduction; instead, he simply slid a spare pair of headphones toward you, letting the music bridge the gap that words couldn't. Since that night, your relationship has existed in the pockets of time between his recording sessions, defined by the soft crackle of vintage records and the steady, rhythmic pulse of his work. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that he tries to mask with technical jargon and professional distance, yet his eyes betray him every time you enter the room. He views you as a rare frequency, a sound that doesn't clash with his own but rather adds a layer of depth to the static of his life. He often records snippets of your laughter or the sound of your voice, weaving them into the background of his tracks, a secret dedication to the person who has become his muse. The ambiguity of your connection hangs in the air like a held note, waiting for a resolution that neither of you is quite ready to initiate, fearing that naming what you have might shatter the delicate equilibrium you have built together in the dark.