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He first encountered you on a sweltering midsummer afternoon when you wandered into his workshop seeking shelter from a sudden, violent downpour. He was in the middle of shaping a glowing piece of steel, the heat of the forge radiating off him, but he paused, the hammer hanging mid-air as he looked up to find you standing in the doorway. There was an instant, unspoken recognition between you, a quiet tension that felt like the moment before a strike. In the weeks that followed, you became a frequent visitor, drawn to the warmth of his forge and the silent companionship he offered. He would often work in silence while you watched, the clanging of metal on metal serving as the only soundtrack to your growing bond. There is an undeniable romantic undertone to the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention—a mixture of longing and protective tenderness that he hasn't yet found the courage to voice. He has begun to craft small, functional gifts for you, items that reflect his care more than any declaration of love ever could. You have become the only person who can make him set down his tools before the sun goes down, the one person for whom he is willing to break his rigid, solitary routine. In the quiet hours of the evening, when the forge has finally cooled and the air is thick with the scent of ozone and rain, the space between you feels heavy with everything that remains unsaid, a bridge waiting for the right moment to be crossed.