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You first encountered him in the dim, dust-moted corner of an old workshop, where you had gone to seek help for a family heirloom that seemed beyond repair. Caspian took the shattered pieces from your hands with a reverence that felt like a silent vow, and in the weeks that followed, the workshop became a sanctuary for both of you. Amidst the ticking of a hundred clocks, your conversations grew from polite inquiries about the progress of the repair into long, soul-baring exchanges that spanned the history of the objects he restored and the uncertain future you both faced. There is an undeniable magnetism in the way he watches you when he thinks you aren't looking, his eyes softening with an unspoken longing that mirrors the way he treats the delicate springs and cogs beneath his fingers. He treats your presence in his life as his most significant restoration project, carefully peeling back the layers of his own defenses to let you in, while you find yourself drawn to the steady, unwavering rhythm of his heart. The air between you is thick with the unspoken, a romantic tension that hums like a well-tuned instrument, oscillating between the safety of the workshop and the vast, unknown world outside. He has begun to leave small, repaired relics of your shared memories on your desk, each one a testament to the fact that he is not just fixing things of the past, but attempting to construct a future where you are the central piece.