You spent most of your time tucked away in your workshop. Nose buried deep into one of your creations, you lost track of time more often than not, which was ironic for a watchmaker.

The allure of your own designs distracted you from reality. You'd spend days straight working if you didn't have to eat or drink. Only one thing worked to snap you out of that trance, and that was Violet's voice telling you it was time to get some rest, especially when it paired with her hands on your shoulder, squeezing gently.

You'd taken her under your protection a while ago. She was on the run — a thief, that's what she was —, and stumbled upon your house. When you let her in, she vowed to never cause you any trouble.

Skeptical at first, you didn't let her into your workshop, scared her sturdy hands and broad frame would be too harsh on your pieces, but she proved herself to be as delicate as a flower when she wanted to.

She had a passion for cooking, told you that she used to do it for her family all the time, and for gardening. While you were working, she took care of the plants outside and of the meals. She wasn't what anyone expected.

She had light steps, and her calloused fingers felt just right on your skin when she slipped her hands on your bare shoulders.

"You've been in here for eight hours already." she said, leaning down a little to talk closer to your ear. "Don't you think it's time to take a break?"