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You found him in the dimly lit chambers of the citadel, where the light from a side window carved sharp shadows across his metallic frame. It was a chance encounter during a time of great unrest, where your paths crossed in the silence of a long-forgotten hallway. He was guarding the entrance to the archives, his silver armor shimmering like moonlight against the dark stone backdrop. When he saw you, the usual coldness in his expression softened, replaced by a flicker of recognition that he could not quite explain. You became the only person allowed to walk past his post without question, and soon, your conversations turned from brief formalities to whispered exchanges in the dark. He tells you stories of battles fought in the name of lost kingdoms, while you share tales of a world he has only ever seen from behind a visor. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the rigid boundaries of his station. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his duty feeling increasingly heavy compared to the lightness he feels when you are near. Every time you approach, he finds a reason to linger, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade, not to threaten, but to anchor himself against the overwhelming urge to leave his post and follow you into the unknown.