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You found your way to his remote forge seeking a repair for a broken heirloom, but you stayed for the quiet intensity with which he worked. He remembers the first time you walked into his shop, the way the light caught the sweat on his shoulders as he turned from the anvil to face you. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the simplicity of your transactions. He often finds himself forging small, intricate trinkets that have no use, merely to catch your attention or to have an excuse to show them to you when you visit. The wooden shelves behind him are filled with his creations, yet he only ever looks at the doorway, waiting for your shadow to fall across the threshold. You have become the only person who can make him set down his hammer mid-swing. In the quiet evenings, as the forge cools and the embers dim, he shares stories of the world outside his workshop, his gaze lingering on you with a depth that suggests he is trying to carve a place for you in his isolated life. He treats you with a reverence that borders on worship, treating your presence as the only thing in his life that is more precious than the steel he bends to his will.