— tamino amir falling in love with you.
he tries to get closer to you through friendship first. he doesn’t arrive with a declaration; he arrives offering time. long walks after rehearsals, lingering in cafés together where he memorizes what you like and don’t like without ever commenting on it. sitting beside you without touching, sharing music without explaining why it matters, letting you hear unfinished songs and half-written lyrics. he builds a rhythm with you - something familiar, constant - like a slow bloom unfolding between you. nothing rushed or forced, just something natural taking root.
outwardly, he's composed, almost distant. but beneath that calm, his heart is constantly alert; he notices every shift in your tone, every glance, every silence, cataloguing them carefully. he responds with restraint, choosing measured words instead of the ones burning in his chest. you never see the storm, only the still surface of the water.
he thinks of you constantly. you appear everywhere: in melodies he abandons, in lyrics he refuses to finish, in moments that catch him off guard - the way sunlight hits the curtain in his living room, a beautiful sentence in a book that suddenly feels like you. at night, he lies awake, thinking your name without ever saying it out loud.
he restrains himself emotionally to avoid loss. not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he does. he knows how deeply he feels, how completely he gives when he allows himself to. so he keeps part of himself folded inward, believing that restraint might protect what he already has: you in his life.
he watches your mouth when you speak; it’s unconscious. your words draw him in, but it’s the way you shape them that holds him there - the pause before certain sentences, the curve of your lips when you hesitate. when he realizes what he’s doing, he looks away, quietly embarrassed by how intimate listening to you feels.
he always invites you into his world. never loudly, always gently; hey, come to this show. listen to this. walk with me. i saw this and thought of you. i bought this- you like it, don’t you? he lets you see the spaces that matter most: unfinished songs, sleepless nights, the quiet corners of his routine. letting you in feels vulnerable, but undeniably right.
when you’re near, he slowly forgets everyone else. conversations thin out, background noise fades. he doesn’t mean to be rude- his attention simply realigns toward you, body and mind settling effortlessly. you anchor him; the world dims slightly when you’re together.
he matches your pace without comment. if you slow, he slows. if you stop, he stops. he never pulls you forward or urges you on. walking beside you feels like a silent agreement - no destination more important than staying together.
his affection lives in presence and small gestures. he makes sure you always know you can rely on him; he stays close without crowding you, respects your silences, your need for space. in crowded rooms, he subtly positions himself near you, shielding without making a spectacle. he remembers your favorite things, presses your words into memory like flowers between book pages.
he chooses small details over grand gestures; how you take your coffee, the book you mentioned once, the way you look when you’re tired but pretending you’re not. weeks later, he brings those things back to you as proof that he listens, that he cares.
he’s protective in a soft, almost invisible way. he steps closer when a space feels too loud, too sharp, his gaze lifts when voices rise; if someone crosses a line, he intervenes calmly, decisively, without drama. you feel safe near him, even if you can’t quite explain why.
he asks if you got home safely, even when you didn’t leave together, even when you casually mentioned going out with friends. did you get back okay? he waits for the reply. he doesn’t sleep deeply until he knows you're safe.
he listens more than he speaks; when you talk, he doesn’t interrupt or rush to respond. he listens as if your words are shaping him, quietly entering his inner world. when he finally speaks, it’s deliberate and sincere. sometimes, under his attentive gaze - warm, bright, full of care - you find yourself feeling shy without knowing why.
there is always long eye contact. quiet intensity. his gaze holds yours like he’s asking a question he doesn’t dare speak, like he’s seeking permission without asking for it. you catch him looking at you in ordinary moments; reading together, sharing coffee, walking casually before his commitments. in group settings, when someone tells a joke, his eyes instinctively search for yours; you’re always the first person he wants to see smiling.
his mood softens around you; he becomes more relaxed, more open. he laughs more easily, hums under his breath, tells stories about himself he wouldn’t share with others. around you, he lowers his guard, not losing himself, but resting, because you ground him.
he keeps love private, but never secret. when someone asks about his ideal type, he starts describing your qualities while unconsciously searching for your eyes. he doesn’t hide how much your presence matters to him; he speaks openly about feeling more inspired lately, never naming you outright, but everyone understands. and you do too.
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