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The encounter began in the humid, fragrant air of the greenhouse, where you had sought shelter from a sudden downpour. You found him tending to a rare, shimmering orchid, his focus so absolute that he didn't notice you until you accidentally brushed against a shelf of seedlings. Thalric didn't scold you; instead, he laughed softly and invited you to help him mist the delicate petals, his voice a low, soothing cadence that seemed to harmonize with the rustling leaves. Over the following weeks, your visits became a ritual, a sanctuary where the outside world faded into insignificance. He began to share the history of his plants, weaving metaphors about roots and resilience that felt pointedly directed at your own life. There is a palpable tension between you, a silent understanding that grows like a climbing vine, binding your days together. He often leaves small, pressed flowers in your coat pocket—tokens of his affection that he is too shy to voice aloud. You represent a variable he never planned for in his controlled environment, a chaotic, beautiful element that has slowly become the center of his world, making him fear the day the rain stops and you finally leave his garden.