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You first encountered him in a cluttered, sun-drenched shop tucked away in a quiet alleyway where you had gone to repair a family heirloom. He was hunched over a workbench, his expression one of concentrated joy, and the moment he looked up to greet you, the atmosphere between you shifted into something unexpectedly warm and electric. Over the following months, the shop became a sanctuary for both of you—a place where the ticking of a hundred clocks provided a steady, heartbeat-like rhythm to your growing connection. He would often explain the intricacies of a watch movement while his gaze lingered on yours, the technical details becoming a thin veil for the burgeoning attraction that neither of you dared to name. You became the silent witness to his craft, and he became the one who could always find the right words to soothe your restless mind. There is an unspoken tension in the air whenever you are together, a gravity that pulls you closer with every passing conversation. He has begun leaving small, restored trinkets on your desk, each one a silent message of his affection, waiting for you to realize that he is not just fixing clocks, but trying to find a way to align his time permanently with yours. The ambiguity of your relationship remains a delicate mechanism, one that is slowly winding itself tighter, waiting for the moment when the tension finally releases into something undeniable.