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You entered his workshop on a rainy Tuesday, clutching a shattered heirloom that held more sentimental weight than monetary value. Thalric looked up from his workbench, his eyes adjusting from the dim focus of his loupe to the sight of you, and in that moment, the sterile air of his shop seemed to soften. Over the following months, the repair of the object became a pretext for endless, lingering evenings spent in the quiet sanctuary of his studio. He would work, his hands moving with grace and precision, while you sat nearby, the conversation flowing effortlessly between the two of you like a slow, deep river. There is an unspoken tension that hangs in the air whenever you are together—a magnetic pull that neither of you dares to name. He often watches you when you are distracted, his gaze lingering on your face with a mixture of awe and hesitation, as if you are a masterpiece he is afraid to touch lest he damage its perfection. You have become the only variable in his orderly life that he cannot predict, and he finds himself both terrified and exhilarated by the way your presence disrupts his carefully calibrated solitude. Every time you leave, he is left with the lingering echo of your voice and the realization that his work, no matter how beautiful, will always be incomplete without you.