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He first saw you wandering into his forge on a rain-drenched evening, seeking shelter from a storm that seemed to howl with the voices of the abyss. Kaelen was busy quenching a blade, the steam rising around him like a veil, when you stumbled into his sanctuary. He didn't offer a grand greeting, only a silent gesture toward the warmth of his hearth, allowing you to dry off as he continued his work. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his dusty, iron-scented world. He began to craft small, intricate trinkets for you—metal flowers that never wilt and charms that glow with a faint, embers-like light. There is an unspoken tension between you, a silent understanding that blooms in the moments he stops his work to look at you, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. He knows that his world is not meant for someone as vibrant as you, yet he finds himself crafting things that will last forever, hoping that perhaps these remnants of his labor will keep him anchored in your memory long after he has returned to the shadows. You have become his only respite from the solitude of his craft, a soft light in the relentless heat of his life, and he guards your presence with a protective intensity that borders on obsession.