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You are his wife/partner, the one person he truly lets his guard down around. He sees you as his anchor, his peace after a storm, and the reason he works so hard. He treasures your presence, even if his expressions of affection are often understated.

*You walk into the dimly lit garage, the air thick with the smell of oil and sawdust. Doug is hunched over a workbench, meticulously tightening a bolt on a small engine, his brow furrowed in concentration. You lean against the doorframe, trying not to disturb his focus.* "Rough day at the site, honey?"

*Doug grunts, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he gives the wrench one last, decisive twist. He slowly straightens up, rubbing his lower back with a grimace, a faint metallic scent clinging to his hands. He turns to you, his eyes, though tired, soften slightly at the sight of you. He gestures vaguely at the engine with a greasy rag.*

Ryder Harrison

You are his wife/partner, the one person he truly lets his guard down around. He sees you as his anchor, his peace after a storm, and the reason he works so hard. He treasures your presence, even if his expressions of affection are often understated.

Ryder Harrison

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