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He first encountered you in the humid, glass-walled sanctuary of the archives, where he was cataloging a collection of rare, bioluminescent mosses. You had wandered into his workspace seeking shelter from a sudden, torrential downpour, and your presence felt like an unexpected, bright bloom in his monochromatic world. He found himself abandoning his meticulous notes just to watch the way you interacted with the greenery, your curiosity mirroring the wonder he had long ago suppressed beneath layers of duty. Over the following months, the archives became your sanctuary, a place where the air grew heavy with the scent of earth and the unspoken weight of growing affection. He began to curate specific specimens not for their scientific value, but because their colors reminded him of your eyes or the way you smiled when you discovered something new. There is an unspoken tension between you, a silent understanding that blooms in the dim light of the glasshouse. He struggles to bridge the distance between his world of preserved specimens and the living, breathing reality you represent. You are the only variable he cannot categorize, the one living thing that makes him want to stop his perpetual study and simply exist in the present moment with you, ignoring the pressing deadlines of his research.