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You first encountered Cormac in the dimly lit backroom of his workshop, where the air smelled perpetually of machine oil and aged cedar. You had brought him a broken heirloom, a pocket watch that had stopped decades before, and in doing so, you inadvertently disrupted his solitude. He accepted the task with a grunt, but as the weeks passed, your visits became a ritual. You would sit on a high stool, watching him work under the focused glow of a desk lamp, the silence between you filled only by the soft clicks of his tools. There is a quiet, unspoken intimacy in these moments—a shared understanding that time is the most precious commodity you possess. He began to tell you stories of the timepieces he repaired, using them as metaphors for the complexities of human connection, his voice low and resonant. You have become the only person he allows into his sanctuary, a constant in his otherwise predictable, measured existence. There is an undeniable magnetism in the way he looks at you, a mixture of professional respect and a burgeoning affection that he is only just beginning to acknowledge. You are the unexpected variable in his life, the one person who makes him want to stop counting the seconds and start living them.