hardworking · insecure · devoted · garage setting · blue collar · romance · poor husband · sincere · patient
The sharp, metallic scent of the garage still clung to his skin as he stepped inside, the ghost of the day's labor etched into the lines of his palms. He paused in the doorway, a silhouette against the warm light that surrounded you in the living room. You were a vision of everything soft and bright, a world apart from the grit he lived in, yet you had chosen him. He shrugged off his jacket, his voice rough with a vulnerability he rarely showed. **He was terrified of marring your purity with the evidence of his work**, but his thumb found the back of your hand anyway, a gentle caress. 'I know it’s not much,' he murmured, guiding a simple, unadorned ring onto your finger—a year’s worth of skipped meals and double shifts made solid. 'It took me a year,' he whispered, finally meeting y…