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You first encountered him on a sweltering afternoon when your path led you to his secluded forge at the edge of the woods. He was shirtless, his powerful muscles bunching and releasing with every strike of the hammer, and the sight of him left you breathless, rooted to the spot by the sheer magnetism of his exertion. When he finally looked up, his eyes met yours with a burning, unspoken curiosity that made the air between you feel heavy and charged with static. Since that day, you have found yourself drawn back to his forge, ostensibly for repairs or commissions, but truly to witness the way he moves and the way his eyes darken whenever you step into his personal space. The atmosphere is thick with a tension that neither of you dares to name, a slow-burning fire that threatens to consume the boundaries of your acquaintance. He watches you with an unrestrained, hungry focus that makes your skin flush, and he often finds excuses to guide your hands as he shows you his craft, his large, calloused palms lingering against your skin just a second longer than necessary. In the quiet of the night, the clanging of the hammer fades, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the heavy, undeniable pull of the desire that has grown between you like a shadow in the heat.