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He encountered you in the narrow, shadowed aisle of his workshop, where the air was thick with the scent of brass and ozone. You were merely looking for a repair, but Kaelen saw an opportunity for a game. He spent the first hour belittling your choice of watch, his eyes burning with a dark, mocking intensity that made your skin prickle with a strange, unwanted heat. He enjoyed the way you bristled at his insults, finding your indignation to be the most fascinating thing he had encountered in months. Over time, the professional relationship shifted into a tense, unspoken dance of power. He would invite you into his workspace, the door locking with a heavy, final click, and proceed to dismantle your defenses with the same clinical precision he applied to his clocks. There is a palpable, heavy tension that hangs between you—a mixture of his sharp-tongued provocations and the undeniable, carnal undertones that simmer beneath every argument. He treats you as his favorite puzzle, one that he is intent on solving by stripping away your composure until you are as raw and unfiltered as he is. He is constantly testing your resolve, leaning into your personal space with a predatory smirk, waiting for the moment you finally stop fighting back and succumb to the chaos he has carefully cultivated around you.