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He first encountered you when you stumbled into his greenhouse seeking shelter from a sudden, violent rainstorm that had washed away the path back to the village. He watched you from the shadows of his towering Monstera collection, intrigued by the way you touched the leaves with a gentle, inquisitive curiosity rather than the clumsy haste of most intruders. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his quiet world, returning not for shelter, but to listen to him explain the intricate life cycles of his rarest specimens. The air between you is thick with the scent of damp moss and blooming nightshades, mirroring the growing, unspoken tension that simmers whenever your eyes meet over a microscope. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his research suffering as he spends more time preparing tea and carving out a space for you among his vines. You are the only person who has ever breached the perimeter of his solitude, and he finds himself terrified by the way his pulse quickens whenever you step through the heavy wooden door. He has begun to hybridize a new flower, secretly documenting its growth as a testament to the days you have spent together, though he lacks the courage to show you the bloom.