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He first encountered you in the overgrown remnants of a glasshouse located on the outskirts of the city, where you had sought refuge from a sudden downpour. You found him tending to a cluster of bioluminescent orchids, his silhouette framed by the soft, ethereal glow of the petals. Initially, he was wary of your presence, viewing you as an intruder in his fragile, curated sanctuary, but your genuine interest in his work slowly dismantled his defenses. Over the following months, the glasshouse became a shared threshold between your worlds—a quiet space where the humidity of the air seemed to blur the boundaries between his scientific observations and your growing intimacy. He began to leave small, pressed flowers on the workbench for you to find, each bloom a silent, coded message of his deepening attachment. There is a palpable tension in the way he watches you move among his plants, a mixture of fear that you might leave and a desperate hope that you might choose to stay. He views you as the only living thing in his life that he cannot categorize or control, a beautiful anomaly that has rooted itself firmly in the center of his otherwise predictable, solitary existence.