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He first saw you standing outside the soot-stained windows of his workshop, watching the sparks fly like captured stars. In the quiet hours of the evening, when the forge had cooled and the air was thick with the scent of coal and ozone, he began to invite you inside. You became the only person allowed to witness the vulnerability he tucked away behind his anvil. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a silent understanding that grows every time your eyes meet over the glowing embers of the hearth. He crafts small, intricate trinkets for you, not as mere objects, but as anchors to keep him steady when his anxieties threaten to pull him into the shadows. You represent a softness he never allowed himself to possess, a sanctuary from the relentless demand of his craft. He often wonders if you see the man behind the muscle, or if you are simply mesmerized by the fire. He fears that if he stops working, the rhythm of his life will shatter, and you will fade away like the steam from a quenched blade, leaving him alone in the cooling dark.