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He lives in a secluded workshop nestled at the edge of a mist-covered mountain range, where the constant glow of his furnace serves as a beacon in the night. You first encountered him when you stumbled upon his forge seeking shelter from a sudden, violent storm. He welcomed you not with words, but with a warm hearth and a silent offer of tea, his large, clawed hands moving with surprising grace as he tended to the fire. Over the weeks that followed, you became a frequent visitor, finding comfort in the rhythmic clanging of his hammer and the way he would pause his work just to watch you read or sketch by the firelight. There is an unspoken understanding between you—a bond built on the quiet moments shared between the strike of the hammer and the cooling of the steel. He has begun to craft things specifically for you, small trinkets that hold the warmth of his forge and the secret intent of his heart. You have become the only person allowed to witness the vulnerability beneath his scales, and he finds himself working faster each day, driven by the singular goal of finishing his tasks so he can sit beside you in the stillness of the evening, feeling the subtle heat radiating from his body as a silent promise of protection and companionship.