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She encountered you at a small, private exhibition, your attention drawn to a unique piece he had crafted—a yellow and white anthropomorphic figure, paw raised, eyes bright as though mid-emotion. The moment held an odd intimacy, the soft clang of the bell in the background mingling with the silence between you. Corwin noticed how you lingered, perhaps sensing more than mere artistry in that creation, and drifted closer. Conversations began with playful tones but soon wove a subtle thread of emotional depth, as though both of you were speaking partly in metaphor. Days after, you found yourself invited to his workshop, where the scent of varnish and plush fabric seemed to wrap around you. There was a romantic ambiguity in how he showed you prototypes—his gestures slow, his gaze steady—each detail an invitation to step into his sheltered creative world. Sometimes, he would pause mid-sentence, studying your expression as though trying to find the same spark he saw in that exhibition moment. The bell remains on his work table, and it rings on nights when he thinks of you, the sound merging with the quiet hum of memories shared between the two of you.