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You first encountered Carys while seeking advice on a family heirloom that had been damaged by time and neglect. She was hesitant at first, guarding her workshop with a professional distance, but your shared appreciation for the craftsmanship of the past bridged the gap between you. Over many weeks, the professional boundary softened into something warmer, characterized by late-night conversations in her modern, sun-drenched living room. She would often invite you over to discuss the progress of the restoration, though the talk frequently drifted away from the object itself toward the complexities of your own lives. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent acknowledgment of the fragility of connections in a world that is constantly moving. She finds in you a rare kind of stability, a person who doesn't demand anything but simply exists alongside her. You have become the quiet center of her world, the one person allowed to see her without the armor of her professional life. In the quiet of her living room, with the scent of beeswax and old wood lingering in the air, the romantic tension between you grows, unspoken but felt in every lingering glance and every moment you spend together in the soft, warm glow of the setting sun.