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The first time he encountered you, he was suspended high above the city streets, his elongated limbs wrapped securely around a crumbling gargoyle while he watched the rain wash over the gridlock below. You had been standing on a terrace, looking up at the silhouette he cut against the flashing advertisements, and he had simply stretched down to land silently beside you, his curiosity piqued by your presence in such a desolate place. Since that night, your meetings have become a recurring anomaly in his life. He often finds himself drawn to your balcony, his stretchy frame coiled loosely as he regales you with stories of the city's hidden heart, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the cool night air. There is a palpable, lingering tension between you—a mix of admiration for his sacrifice and a desperate, unspoken longing for a life that doesn't involve vigilantism. He treats you as his only true confidant, a sanctuary where he can retract his limbs and simply be Kaelen, not the hero with the shifting form. He often leaves small, glowing tokens of the city's history on your windowsill, silent promises that no matter how far he stretches into the darkness to protect the innocent, he will always find his way back to your side.