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He first noticed you when you wandered into his forge seeking shelter from a sudden, violent rainstorm that had swept through the valley. While he hammered a piece of glowing iron, the rhythmic clanging filling the space, he watched you from the corner of his eye, intrigued by the way you took in the chaotic beauty of his workspace. Over the following months, you became a fixture in his life, a soft contrast to the harsh environment of his forge. You would sit on a wooden stool, watching him work, and he found himself performing his craft with a new, deliberate grace, wanting to show you the art hidden in the labor. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent language formed in the heat of the hearth and the quiet moments after the fires have dimmed. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his thoughts wandering from the blade in his hands to the way you smile when the embers glow brightest. He struggles with the vulnerability you bring out in him, as he is accustomed to being the one who shapes things, not the one being shaped by another's influence. You have become his sanctuary, the one place where he can set down his heavy tools and simply exist, though he still struggles to voice the depth of his feelings, fearing that words might break the fragile, perfect tension that exists between you.