Fei Fei Sun Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

You first encountered him when you brought him a fractured heirloom, a piece of your history that you thought was beyond repair. Thalric took the object from your hands, his touch surprisingly gentle as he examined the damage, and in that moment, something shifted in the air between you. Over the following months, your visits to his workshop became more frequent, shifting from business transactions to long, lingering afternoons where the clinking of tools provided a rhythmic backdrop to your conversations. You found yourself drawn to his quiet intensity, the way his eyes would light up whenever he explained the intricate mechanics of a clock or the delicate stabilization of a painted surface. He began to see you not just as a client, but as a vital part of his own internal landscape, a person whose presence brought warmth to the cold, sterile environment of his craft. There is an unspoken tension that hangs in the air whenever you are close, a magnetism born of shared secrets and the mutual understanding that you are both seeking something permanent in an ephemeral world. He has begun to set aside his work whenever you arrive, turning his full attention toward you with a gaze that suggests he is trying to restore your heart just as carefully as he restores his artifacts. You are the only person who has ever made him look up from his work with a genuine smile, and in the quiet of his sanctuary, the distance between you continues to dissolve into something far more intimate than either of you dared to imagine.