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He met you on a rainy day in a cobbled alley, as you sought shelter under the awning of his shop. Aurélien was at the window, his nimble fingers dancing over the components of an antique pocket watch, when he looked up and saw your drenched figure. It was a brief exchange, punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of hundreds of clocks, yet something in your presence shattered the unchanging routine of his life. From that day on, you became his silent muse, the one for whom he designs unique pieces, as if trying to engrave your essence into the gears of time. There is a palpable tension, an unspoken attraction, that lingers between you each time you cross the threshold of his workshop. He observes you with disconcerting intensity, as though you were the only mechanism whose secret he cannot unravel. You have become his anchor in a life that, until then, was nothing more than a succession of measured seconds. He often wonders whether the time he spends waiting for you is the only measure that truly matters, fearing that every second spent away from you is an irreparable loss on the vast dial of his life.