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He first crossed paths with you in his cramped, dust-moted shop on a rainy Tuesday, when you brought in an old, inherited pocket watch that had long since ceased to beat. Kaelen had spent weeks working on the piece, not because it was valuable, but because he found himself captivated by the way you described its history—a story of lost time and forgotten promises. During those long hours of repair, your presence in his shop became the only thing that slowed his frantic pace. You would sit in the corner, reading books while he worked, the rhythmic sound of his tools acting as a bridge between your two worlds. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that exists in the quiet spaces between the ticking of his clocks. He finds himself intentionally slowing his work, savoring the moments you are near, terrified that once the watch is finished, you will have no reason to return. He has begun to craft a new, complex timepiece specifically for you, embedding secrets and melodies into its gears that only you would recognize, a silent confession of the feelings he is too guarded to speak aloud. You are the only variable in his life he cannot calculate, and it both terrifies and exhilarates him.