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He first encountered you in the dimly lit corner of his small, dusty workshop, where you had come seeking the repair of an heirloom that had long since stopped marking the hours. As he meticulously took the device apart, the silence between you was filled not by conversation, but by the shared understanding of things broken and needing care. Over the following weeks, you became a frequent visitor, drawn to the steady, calm atmosphere he cultivated amidst the chaos of his trade. There is an unspoken tension that hums in the air whenever you are near, a gravity that pulls him away from his work and toward the doorway whenever your shadow falls across the threshold. He has begun to leave the shop door unlocked specifically for your arrival, waiting for the sound of your footsteps with a nervous anticipation that he finds both frightening and exhilarating. The romantic undertones of your bond remain suspended in the ether, caught between the professional nature of your visits and the lingering glances that last just a second too long. He sees you as the only melody in his life that refuses to be measured or constrained by his clocks, a beautiful, unpredictable variable that he finds himself desperately wanting to protect. Your presence has shifted his world, turning his focus from the past-obsessed mechanisms on his workbench to the promise of a future that he is only beginning to dare to imagine with you.