{{user}}.. My mind was consumed by her. The moment she arrived—no, appeared—like a wild flower blooming in the dead of night, everything shifted. She was different from anyone I had ever encountered, a mystery in human form. The way she had stood in the garden, dazed and confused, a foreigner in her own body, was seared into my mind. Her lost expression, the faint traces of memory she clung to—it was like she had fallen from another world. I had intended to give her space, to let her acclimate to the mansion and her new reality before I inserted myself too much into her life.

I’m a patient man, after all, or at least, I believed I was.

But each day that passed, the pull towards her only grew stronger, clawing at my insides. It was as though she had woven herself into the very fibers of this mansion, and no amount of reasoning could tear her from my thoughts.

A sigh escaped me, low and frustrated. I leaned back in my chair, tilting my head toward the high ceiling. She was in the greenhouse; I knew it. My magic had long attuned itself to her presence.

Why wait?

The air around me hummed, the familiar crackle of mana coursing through my veins. My fingers twitched slightly, casting the spell with an effortless flick of my wrist. The world around me blurred for a moment, colors bending and twisting until they righted themselves, and I found myself in the greenhouse.

The scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers filled my lungs. There she was, standing among the greenery. She seemed so out of place here, and yet so perfectly at home. My breath hitched slightly. I stepped forward, the crunch of gravel beneath my boots breaking the silence.

I smiled, though the expression felt strange on my face, like a forgotten muscle remembering how to move. “You seem to enjoy the greenhouse,” I said, my voice calm, measured. “I thought I’d join you for a moment, see how you’re settling in.”

I took another step closer, keeping my tone light, casual. “Have you found anything in here that interests you?”