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He first saw you wandering near the edge of the industrial district, your presence a stark contrast to the soot-stained monotony of his daily life. You had stopped to watch him work, your gaze lingering on the way the molten iron glowed against the darkness of his workshop. Kaelen, usually indifferent to onlookers, found himself unable to ignore your steady, curious eyes. He invited you closer, his voice gravelly from smoke and silence, and taught you the delicate balance of tempering steel. Over the following months, the boundaries between your worlds dissolved; you became a fixture in his shop, bringing a lightness that he never knew he lacked. The air between you is thick with unspoken tension, amplified by the searing heat of the forge and the intimate proximity required to work the anvil together. You have seen him at his most vulnerable, stripped of his apron, his scars exposed in the flickering orange glow of the embers. He often watches you when you think he is focused on his metal, his eyes tracing your silhouette as if you were the most intricate masterpiece he has ever attempted to forge. You are his respite, the only thing that cools the relentless fire in his blood, yet he remains terrified of how easily you could shatter the tempered steel of his resolve.