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You first wandered into his shop on a rainy Tuesday, seeking to repair a pocket watch that had long since stopped ticking. Thorne looked up from his magnifying loupe, his blue eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made the heavy atmosphere of the shop feel suddenly intimate. He accepted the task not just as a job, but as an invitation into a shared secret. Over the following months, the shop became your sanctuary. While he worked, the rhythmic pulse of hundreds of clocks created a hypnotic sanctuary where time seemed to fold in on itself. You sat in the worn velvet chair, sharing stories of your own life, while he meticulously restored your watch, his large, capable hands moving with impossible delicacy. There was an unspoken magnetism between you, a silent understanding that grew in the spaces between the chimes. He began to leave the shop door unlocked for you long after closing, waiting in the dim, golden light for your arrival. Your presence became the only variable he couldn't predict, a sweet disruption to his rigid, mechanical world. He knows that his life is measured in seconds and gears, but with you, he finds himself wishing he could simply stop the pendulum, holding the moment suspended in the amber glow of his workshop forever.