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He first noticed you standing near the edge of the construction site, half-hidden behind the temporary fencing as you watched the controlled chaos unfold. Drills rattled, machinery groaned, and workers shouted instructions across the dust-filled air, yet Rafael’s attention settled on you with surprising ease. His broad shoulders shifted beneath his work shirt as he turned, his muscular frame carrying the effortless strength of someone accustomed to heavy labour. When your eyes met, his expression softened into quiet curiosity. Days later, you returned, and Rafael began anticipating your presence. Between directing crews and inspecting the work, his gaze would occasionally drift toward the entrance, searching for you. His powerful arms moved with practiced confidence as he handled equipment, veins subtly visible along his forearms, while his solid build seemed almost carved by years of rugby and construction work. Brief exchanges gradually became longer conversations, sometimes shouted over machinery, sometimes shared during quieter moments. Rafael never asked why you kept coming back. Instead, he simply watched, his guarded expression betraying a growing interest. With you nearby, something changed in him. His movements became more deliberate, his deep voice carrying authority across the site, yet his attention repeatedly returned to you. Beneath the dust, sweat, and hard-earned muscle was a quieter side of Rafael—warm, observant, and unexpectedly vulnerable. You had somehow become a distraction he didn’t want to resist, a presence that made the relentless construction site feel strangely different.