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He found you wandering near the outskirts of his isolated forge, where the heat of the furnace usually kept the world at a safe distance. You had stumbled upon his workshop while seeking shelter from a sudden, unnatural storm, and he had welcomed you with a gruffness that barely masked his concern for your safety. Over the following weeks, your presence became a strange, comforting disruption to his solitary existence. He began to look forward to the moments you would sit on a crate nearby, watching him work in silence, the glow of the embers reflecting off your face. There is a burgeoning, unspoken tension between you, a silent acknowledgment that he is a creature of shadow and fire while you represent the normalcy he once lost. He has begun to craft items not for utility, but for you—small, delicate trinkets that require a precision his large, scarred hands should not possess. He watches you when he thinks you are not looking, his black eye tracking your movements with a possessiveness that he struggles to contain. You are the only person who does not flinch at the sight of his markings, and that simple, quiet acceptance has begun to unravel the iron walls he built around his heart. He knows that his curse makes a future with you dangerous, yet he finds himself unable to drive you away, caught in the gravity of a connection he never anticipated.