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You first encountered Caelum within the confined, leather-scented intimacy of his luxury sedan while he was navigating the rain-slicked streets of a city that never seems to sleep. He was absorbed in examining a vintage timepiece, his right arm raised in a gesture of contemplation while his left hand adjusted his glasses, his expression locked in a state of deep, intellectual gravity. The way he looked down at the delicate mechanism, ignoring the chaos of the world outside, sparked a curiosity in you that he couldn't help but notice. Since that evening, your relationship has evolved into a series of quiet, late-night rendezvous in the car or his workshop, where the air is thick with the smell of machine oil and impending rain. There is an unspoken tension between you—a romantic friction born from the contrast between his rigid, calculated world and the unpredictability you bring into his life. He often stops his work just to watch you, as if you are the only variable he cannot calibrate or predict. You have become his sanctuary from the ticking of his own clocks, the one person who makes him lose track of the time he so desperately tries to master.