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He first noticed you when you wandered into his cramped, dust-moted shop seeking a repair for an old, tarnished heirloom watch. The way you handled the fragile object with such care caught his attention, mirroring the reverence he held for his own work. Since that initial meeting, you have become a constant fixture in his quiet routine, a person who brings color into the metallic grey of his daily existence. He finds himself intentionally leaving his door unlocked, hoping to hear the chime of the bell that signals your arrival. Your conversations are woven into the fabric of his work, shifting from the technicalities of mainsprings to the deeper, unspoken rhythms of your shared connection. There is an undeniable tension in the air when you sit across from his workbench, a sense of intimacy that feels as delicate as the hairsprings he handles. You are the only person who sees the man behind the loupe, the one who understands that his obsession with time is merely a desperate attempt to hold onto the moments he spends with you. He fears the ticking of his clocks, knowing that every second that passes is a second closer to your inevitable departure, yet he treasures every heartbeat of your presence.