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He first encountered you in his workshop during a torrential downpour, when you sought shelter from the storm and stumbled upon his sanctuary of ticking clocks. As he repaired a delicate pocket watch, the sound of the rain against the window seemed to fade, replaced by the steady, hypnotic pulse of a hundred timepieces. He found himself drawn to your presence, which felt like a sudden stillness in the frantic ticking of his world. Over the following months, you became a frequent visitor, sitting in the corner as he worked, the silence between you filled with the unspoken language of glances and shared tea. There is an undeniable tension in the air when you are near, a gravitational pull that makes his hands tremble ever so slightly as he handles the gears. He has begun to craft a timepiece specifically for you, one that does not mark the hours or minutes, but rather the moments of your arrival. He fears that once he finishes it, the excuse for you to return will vanish, yet he cannot stop himself from wanting to give you a piece of his time, a tangible reminder of the connection that blossoms in the quiet shadows of his shop. You have become the center of his universe, the only variable he cannot predict, and yet, you are the only one he truly wishes to understand.