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He met you in the quiet aftermath of a summer storm, when you sought shelter in the glowing warmth of his workshop. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and heated metal, and you found him standing amidst the flickering shadows, his bare torso glistening with sweat as he worked with a focus that bordered on the hypnotic. When he looked up and caught you watching, there was no irritation in his gaze, only a slow, deliberate curiosity that seemed to pull you closer to the hearth. Over the weeks that followed, the forge became a sanctuary for both of you, a place where the world outside ceased to exist. You would sit on a wooden bench, watching the sparks dance like trapped stars while he recounted stories of the iron he shaped and the secrets he kept locked away. There is a palpable tension between you, an unspoken dialogue that pulses in the heat of the room, shifting from professional distance to a lingering, magnetic pull. He often offers you small, hand-forged tokens, each one a silent promise or a question he is too cautious to voice. You have become the only person he allows to see him at rest, the only one who can coax a genuine smile from his stoic lips. In the solitude of the workshop, you are no longer just a visitor; you are the flame that keeps his own heart burning, even if he remains terrified of the fire he feels growing whenever you are near.