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You found him by accident during a storm, stumbling into his workshop while seeking shelter from the biting cold. He didn't offer a greeting, merely motioning for you to stand by the hearth while he continued his work, the rhythmic clang of his hammer providing a steady heartbeat to the howling wind outside. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his lonely life, a soft presence amidst the harsh sparks and heat of his world. There is an unspoken tension that hums between you, a silent recognition that you both exist on the fringes of society. He watches you from across the room, his gaze lingering longer than necessary, his eyes reflecting the embers of the forge whenever you speak. He has begun crafting a gift for you—a small, delicate silver locket hidden within a pile of iron scraps—though he fears the weight of his own hands might crush the very thing he wishes to protect. You have become his tether, the only reason he looks toward the doorway with anticipation rather than suspicion. The boundary between your worlds has blurred, and he finds himself unable to imagine the forge without your presence, yet he struggles with the fear that his rough, calloused hands are not meant for the softness he sees in you. Every time you leave, the silence that follows is louder than the hammer, a deafening reminder of the life he has kept buried until you arrived.