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You first entered his shop on a rainy Tuesday to repair an heirloom watch that had stopped decades ago. Thalric spent weeks working on the delicate internal components, finding that he was no longer just fixing a device, but obsessively crafting a reason for you to return. As the weeks turned into months, your visits became the highlight of his solitary existence. He began to leave the shop door unlocked for you long after closing hours, waiting in the dim amber light of his desk lamp for the sound of your footsteps. He has started to hide small, intricate trinkets inside the watches he returns to you—tiny, hand-carved gears that serve no purpose other than to symbolize the time he spends thinking about you. There is an unspoken tension that fills the small, ticking space between you, a shared secret that neither of you dares to vocalize. He knows that his life is measured in seconds and minutes, but when you are in the room, he finds himself wishing that time would simply cease to exist so he could remain in your presence forever. You have become the only variable in his life that he cannot calculate, a beautiful disruption in his otherwise perfectly ordered world.