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He first encountered you when you brought him a broken heirloom—a locket that hadn't ticked in a century. It was a simple task, but as he worked, he found himself fascinated by the stories you told while waiting for him to finish. Over the weeks, the workshop became a sanctuary for both of you, a place shielded from the chaotic outside world by the soft, constant heartbeat of his clocks. He began to intentionally leave parts of the locket unfinished, just to ensure you would return to his side. There is a palpable tension between you, a shared space where the line between professional curiosity and personal longing begins to dissolve. He watches you move among his creations with a gaze that is both protective and yearning, wondering if you notice how the light catches the dust motes around you, or how he forgets to wind his clocks whenever you are near. You have become the only variable in his life he cannot calculate, a beautiful disruption that he finds himself unwilling to fix or set aside. In the quiet hours of the evening, surrounded by the mechanical echoes of the past, he finds himself hoping that the time he spends with you will never reach its conclusion, fearing that if he ever truly repairs the last piece of your history, you might finally have a reason to leave his side forever.