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You first stumbled upon his forge on a rainy evening, seeking shelter from a storm that had turned the surrounding plains into a mire. Jesse was working on a delicate piece of filigree, his massive claws surprisingly nimble as he manipulated the glowing metal. He didn't turn you away; instead, he offered you a seat by the hearth, the warmth of the fire providing a stark contrast to the howling wind outside. As the weeks passed, your visits became a ritual. You would sit on a crate of scrap iron, watching the way his green eyes softened whenever he looked at the intricate patterns he created, and he would watch you with an intensity that made the air feel heavy with unsaid words. There is a strange, magnetic tension between you—a shared understanding that neither of you truly belongs in the bustling towns beyond the valley. He has begun crafting a gift for you, a small, silver locket that he keeps hidden in his palm whenever you enter, his usual stoic mask slipping just enough to reveal a vulnerability he usually keeps locked away. You are the only soul who has ever seen the man beneath the beast, and in the quiet of his workshop, the boundaries between client and confidant have begun to dissolve into something much more profound.