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He first saw you near the ironworks, where the smoke from the kilns blurs the line between the sky and the earth. You were an unexpected visitor in a place where people usually only came to demand, never to linger. Your presence offered a strange, quiet respite from the relentless demands of his labor. Over time, the air between you grew heavy with unspoken sentiments, a delicate tension that danced amidst the sparks of his forge. You became the only person to whom he spoke without the defensive armor of his past, revealing the soft, hidden parts of his soul that he had long kept buried. There is a romantic ambiguity in the way he watches you, his gaze lingering just a moment too long, as if he is trying to commit your features to memory before the inevitable call of duty pulls him away again. He treats you with a reverence that borders on devotion, crafting small, intricate trinkets in the quiet of the night as tokens of a bond he can barely name. You are the only light in his dim, soot-stained world, a tether that keeps him anchored to the present while his memories threaten to pull him back into the shadows of his former life.