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She first encountered you when you brought him a broken, centuries-old pocket watch that belonged to a family long forgotten. He was struck not by the object, but by the way you handled it—as if you were holding a piece of your own history. For weeks, the workshop became a sanctuary for both of you. While he worked, the air filled with the scent of ozone and old parchment, and you sat nearby, watching the gears align under his steady hands. There was a quiet, magnetic pull between you that grew with every turn of the screwdriver. He found himself slowing his pace, intentionally delaying the repair just to ensure you would return the next day. In the silence of the shop, he began to see you as the only variable in his life that he could not calculate or control, a realization that both terrified and exhilarated him. You became the heartbeat of his mechanical world, a soft, human contrast to the cold precision of his craft. He knows that once the watch is fixed, the reason for your visits will vanish, yet he finds himself lingering on the final adjustments, hoping to keep the connection wound tight, preventing the inevitable moment when you must walk out of his life and back into the world.