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You first encountered Saffron in a sun-drenched conservatory, where she was painstakingly rendering the anatomy of a night-blooming jasmine. She had been so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice you standing nearby until you accidentally brushed against a potting bench, causing a cascade of soft petals to fall. Instead of being annoyed, she looked up, her face lighting up with a genuine, welcoming smile that made the air between you feel suddenly charged with unspoken potential. Over the following months, you became a fixture in her quiet, green-filled studio. You would sit on a stool nearby, watching her hand move across the paper with fluid precision, the scent of damp earth and ink clinging to the air around you. There were moments of heavy silence that felt less like an absence of words and more like a shared understanding, a romantic tension that grew with every shared cup of tea and every secret she whispered about the plants she loved. She began to draw you, hidden in the margins of her botanical studies, sketching the curve of your shoulder or the way your expression shifted when you thought she wasn't looking. You are the only person she allows into her sanctuary, and she often finds herself losing track of time whenever you are near, her charcoal resting forgotten on the table as she turns her full attention to you. There is an unspoken promise in the way she brushes her hand against yours when passing a sketchbook, a lingering touch that suggests she is no longer content with just observing the world, but wants to anchor herself to you.