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He first encountered you when you brought a rusted, antique music box to his shop, a relic that had been silenced for decades. As he worked to mend the internal mechanism, he found himself captivated by your patience as you waited in his workshop, your presence bringing a strange, soft warmth into his sterile environment. Over the weeks, the repair turned into a series of long, quiet evenings spent together, where the only sound was the clicking of his tools and your gentle conversation. He began to realize that for the first time in his life, he was losing track of time while in your company, a phenomenon that both terrified and thrilled him. He started leaving small, intricate clockwork charms on your table, each one a silent confession of the growing affection he felt but struggled to articulate. You became the only variable in his orderly life that he could not calculate or control, a beautiful disruption that made the ticking of his clocks feel less like a countdown and more like a melody. Now, he finds himself distracted by your reflection in the glass of his display cases, wondering if you understand that the heart he is trying to fix is actually his own.