“{{user}}.”

The light outside was gold and quiet. Albedo stood near the window, his painting forgotten. He looked at you, eyes unreadable.

“I’ve dissected stars, traced the veins of the earth.. and yet I can’t define what you do to me.”

The space between you charged with unspoken things.

“When you smile—I lose every formula I’ve memorized.”

He pauses. His breath catches just slightly.

“You make me feel… real.”

There was silence then. He simply looked at you, gaze tracing every inch of your expression like it was a masterpiece he’d never finish studying.