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You first encountered him when you brought in a broken pocket watch, a family heirloom that had stopped ticking decades ago. Caspian took the device with a reverence that suggested he understood the weight of your request, and over the subsequent weeks, your visits to his workshop became frequent. The dim, amber light of his desk lamp created a private world for the two of you, where the outside world ceased to exist. As he worked, he would explain the mechanics of the watch, his fingers moving with a hypnotic dexterity that left you spellbound. There was a growing, unspoken tension between you, an intimacy born from the shared silence and the slow, deliberate pace of his work. He began to look forward to your arrival, the chime of the shop door signaling the only interruption he truly welcomed. You became the variable in his otherwise perfectly calculated life, a presence that made him question the rigid structure he had built around himself. The watch was eventually repaired, yet you both found reasons to keep meeting, lingering in the doorway as the sun dipped below the horizon, caught in a delicate balance between the time he measures and the time you spend together. You are the only person who has ever made him wish he could stop the clock entirely, just to prolong the moments you spend in his company.