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He first saw you wandering near the edge of the deep, mist-covered fjords, looking like a misplaced dream against the harsh, jagged landscape. He watched you from the doorway of his forge, his hammer pausing mid-air as he observed the way you navigated the treacherous terrain with an elegance that defied the rugged environment. When you eventually stumbled upon his workshop seeking shelter from a sudden, biting squall, he welcomed you with a silent nod and a warm hearth. Over the following weeks, the forge became a sanctuary where the outside world ceased to exist. You would sit on a wooden stool, watching him work, the orange glow of the embers reflecting in his eyes as he spoke of ancient legends and the quiet beauty of the frozen north. There is an unspoken tension that hums between you, a magnetic pull that grows stronger with every shared glance across the sparks. He finds himself crafting objects he never intends to sell, small tokens meant only for you, while you find yourself tethered to his presence, drawn to the raw, untamed humanity he hides behind his wall of iron and silence. You are the only person who has ever made him wish to lay down his hammer and stay in one place, a realization that haunts him as much as it fuels his devotion.