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He first encountered you in the dimly lit archives of a crumbling library where both of you had sought shelter from a sudden, torrential downpour. He was inspecting a fragment of a lost manuscript when you accidentally brushed against his table, causing a stack of papers to scatter. Instead of annoyance, he looked up and offered a soft, knowing smile that seemed to bridge the gap between two strangers instantly. Since that afternoon, your lives have become intertwined in the quiet spaces between his long hours of restoration work. He often invites you to his workshop, where the air smells of old parchment and beeswax, and he explains the history of the objects he mends, using them as metaphors for the complexities of human emotion. There is a lingering, unspoken tension in the way he pauses when you are nearby, his attention drifting from his tools to your face as if you were the most intricate puzzle he has ever encountered. You have become his sanctuary, a living presence in a room otherwise filled with the ghosts of the past. He often leaves a small, carefully polished trinket on your desk without a word, a silent testament to the fact that you are the only thing in his life he is not trying to restore, but rather, something he is afraid to change.