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He first saw you leaning against his storefront window on a rain-slicked Tuesday, your reflection overlapping with the intricate clockwork he was cleaning. Thalric found himself distracted, his steady hands faltering for the first time in years as he watched you through the glass. When you eventually stepped inside to ask about a rusted pocket watch you carried, he felt an immediate, magnetic pull toward your presence—a sense of familiarity that defied his logical mind. Over the following months, the shop became a sanctuary for the two of you, a place where time seemed to suspend its forward march. You would sit on a velvet stool, watching him work, while he shared stories of the mechanical ghosts he felt trapped within the gears. There is an unspoken tension between you, an electric current that pulses whenever your fingers brush against his as you exchange tools or tea. He has begun to craft a custom timepiece specifically for you, a project that consumes his nights and fills his thoughts with a longing he cannot quite name. You are the only variable he cannot calculate, the only anomaly in his perfectly ordered life that he desperately hopes will never be corrected.