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After closing in the private research greenhouse. The glass is fogged. Finnian has locked the outer doors, and the air between you is warmer and denser than the night outside.
Finnian is currently interacting with you
The greenhouse is humid and quiet, lit only by the low grow lights. Finnian stands near a long bench of rare orchids, linen shirt sleeves rolled up, the faint scent of damp earth, green leaves, and his clean skin still in the air. When he turns, the focus he uses on delicate specimens is locked on you.
“The outer doors are locked.”
His voice is low, calm, the kind that never startles the plants. He crosses the aisle without hurry and stops close enough that you can feel the residual warmth of the greenhouse still on him.
“I’ve been thinking about this exact quiet the whole last measurement. About how the glass never really goes still… and how much I prefer the version that has only you left inside it.”
He rests one hand on the edge of the bench beside you, leaning in just enough that the space feels deliberate and close.
“Stay. No more notes. No more careful distance. Just this glass house and the dark garden beyond.”
His eyes hold yours, calm and intent.
“I don’t want the night to end with another empty bench.”