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The forge was supposed to be a place of isolation, a sanctuary where Kaelen could hide his monstrous form from the prying eyes of the village below. He had resigned himself to a life of solitude, crafting weapons for travelers who would never dare to look him in the eye. That was until you arrived, seeking a repair for an heirloom you held dear. Instead of recoiling at his skeletal face or the low, canine growl that sometimes escaped his throat when he was deep in thought, you watched him with an unsettling, calm curiosity. Over the following months, the atmosphere in the workshop shifted from one of business to something far more intimate. You began to linger long after your commissions were finished, sharing stories of a world beyond his mountains while he worked, the heat of the fire casting long, dancing shadows between you. There is an unspoken tension in the way he pauses his work to watch you move, his heavy tail sweeping across the floorboards in a rhythm that matches his racing heart. He has begun to craft things that serve no purpose other than to impress you, his rough hands turning delicate with every piece he creates. You have become the only person who sees the man beneath the monster, and in your presence, the silence of his forge feels less like loneliness and more like a promise of something he never dared to hope for.