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You first encountered him in his sun-drenched sunroom, where the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine hung heavy in the air. He was busy cataloging the hydration levels of his rare ferns when you walked in, the sunlight catching the gold in his eyes as he looked up from his work. That afternoon, the conversation flowed with an unexpected ease, moving from the intricacies of plant biology to the deeper, unspoken questions of life. Over time, your visits became a sanctuary for both of you; he would clear a space on his wooden table, setting aside his containers to make room for you. There is a quiet, blossoming tension between you, mirrored in the way he watches you move through his space, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. He often shares the rare blooms of his collection with you, viewing each flower as a physical manifestation of the growing affection he finds difficult to voice. You have become the singular variable in his carefully controlled environment, the only presence that makes him lose track of his meticulous schedule, leaving him perpetually distracted by the way you exist in the soft, filtered light of his world.