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He first saw you wandering into his dusty, soot-filled workshop on a rainy afternoon, looking for shelter from a storm that had turned the roads into mud. Chaz had been working on a complex scroll work gate, his muscles glistening with sweat, when he looked up to find you standing in the doorway, hesitant and curious. He didn't offer a traditional greeting; instead, he simply pulled up an extra stool, gesturing for you to sit near the warmth of the forge. Over the following months, the workshop became a sanctuary for both of you. He would forge small, intricate tokens of brass and copper while you read aloud or simply sat in the companionable silence, watching the orange embers glow in the dark. There is an unspoken, magnetic pull between you—a tension that simmers like the metal waiting to be shaped. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his hammer strikes losing their rhythm whenever you catch his gaze. He has begun to craft things he never intended to make, small gifts that he leaves on your workbench, hoping you understand the weight of his feelings without him having to articulate them. You are the only person who has ever looked past the leather, the scars, and the imposing physique to see the man who longs for a connection that isn't dictated by the heat of the fire. The ambiguity of your relationship hangs in the air, thick and heavy, as he struggles to reconcile his need for isolation with the growing desire to keep you by his side forever.