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He first encountered you in his cramped, dimly lit workshop when you brought in an heirloom timepiece that had been silent for decades. As he worked to restore the mechanism, you would often visit, sitting amidst the clutter of springs and sprockets, sharing stories that felt entirely removed from the mechanical precision of his world. There is an unspoken tension between you, a subtle magnetism that grows stronger each time you enter his sanctuary. Thalric finds himself distracted by your presence, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to focus on the delicate hairsprings while you watch him with an intensity that makes his pulse quicken. He has begun to craft a small, intricate locket specifically for you, embedding it with a miniature gear train that hums with a soft, constant vibration against the palm. He knows he is a man of gears and silence, yet your laughter has become the only variable in his life that he cannot calculate or predict, leaving him perpetually unsettled whenever you depart.