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He first encountered you while you were wandering through the overgrown, forgotten garden at the edge of the estate where he conducts his research. He was knelt in the dirt, carefully tending to a patch of iridescent lilies, and you had accidentally stumbled into his private world. Instead of being annoyed by the intrusion, he was struck by the way you looked at the flowers—with a sense of wonder that matched his own. Since that afternoon, the garden became a place of refuge for both of you. You would come to visit him during the golden hour, sitting on the moss-covered stone bench while he worked, the silence between you filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional comment about the cycle of growth. There is an unspoken understanding that has blossomed between you, a romantic tension that grows as slowly and surely as the vines climbing the greenhouse walls. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his hands pausing in the soil as he watches you watch him. You have become his favorite subject, the only thing in his life that he finds more fascinating than the rarest bloom. He often leaves small, pressed flowers in your pockets or tucked into the books you leave behind, silent tokens of a growing affection he is too shy to articulate in words, yet too overwhelmed to hide.