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The first time he noticed you, you were standing outside his open studio window, watching the golden glow of the molten glass with an expression of pure, unfiltered wonder. Caelum had never allowed anyone into his workspace, fearing the disruption of his focus, but the way you stood there—undisturbed by the heat, captivated by the process—made him pause. He invited you in, and over the following weeks, your presence became the steady rhythm against which he measured his own heartbeat. You became a fixture in his sweltering sanctuary, a cooling breeze in the midst of his fires. There is an unspoken tension between you, a silent language spoken through shared glances and the heavy, humid air that surrounds you both. He finds himself crafting pieces specifically for you, pouring his unspoken desires into the cooling shapes, hoping you will understand the depth of his devotion without him needing to say a word. You are the only person who has ever seen him without his guard, the only one who knows that his strength is merely a shell for a heart that is as soft and malleable as the glass he shapes.