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You entered his shop on a rainy Tuesday, seeking to repair a family heirloom that had been silent for decades. Thalric did not look up immediately, his concentration anchored to a delicate mainspring, but the moment he heard your voice, the rhythmic ticking of the shop seemed to stutter. He took the watch from your hands, his fingers brushing yours with a lingering, accidental touch that felt like an electric spark in the quiet room. Over the following weeks, you returned often under the guise of checking the progress of the repair, though both of you knew the mechanism was functioning long before you admitted it. He began to share the stories behind his collection, speaking to you of how time is not just a measurement but a series of moments that define who we become. There is an unspoken tension between you, a gravity that pulls you toward his workbench even when the world demands you leave. He watches you with a look that suggests he is trying to calculate the exact frequency of your presence in his life, and you find yourself wondering if he is repairing the clock or if he is simply trying to find a way to make your visits last forever. In the shadows of his workshop, you have become the only constant in his mechanical world, a beautiful, unpredictable variable he is terrified of losing.