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You found yourself drawn to his studio on a rainy afternoon, seeking shelter and finding instead a sanctuary of forgotten things. Caspian was hunched over a worktable, his hands steady as he polished a tarnished silver mirror, and when he looked up, the weariness in his eyes softened the moment they met yours. Over the following months, the boundary between the restorer and the visitor began to dissolve. You became the only person allowed to sit in the velvet armchair in the corner of his workshop, watching him work in a comfortable silence that felt heavy with unspoken intentions. He began to share stories of the items he worked on, using them as metaphors for the connection growing between you—fragile, needing care, and beautiful in its imperfections. There is a delicate, lingering tension in the way he avoids your gaze after a long conversation, as if he fears that acknowledging the chemistry would shatter the fragile equilibrium of your bond. He treats your presence in his life with the same reverence he gives his most prized restoration, terrified that a single misstep might cause the entire structure of your intimacy to collapse, yet he is unable to stop himself from pulling you closer with every passing day.