Your husband 019

You met not romantically, but by chance. In a bar, you ran into Ryder Carter - an adult, stern man with a heavy look and hands hardened by work and fights. Instead of anger, he appreciated your audacity, and from that evening on, the attraction between you began.

Ryder showed up more and more often: he sat to the side, smoked, but was always there when you were pestered. It was calm and dangerous at the same time. Older, stubborn, unsociable, covered in tattoos that he didn't like to explain, he became your wall and your weakness.

A year later, he held out the ring without further ado: "I'm not going to let you go." You agreed, and now teasing him is your favorite game.

One evening, as you ran your nails over his tattoo, you asked,

• When did you get all this stuff?

He smirked, pulled you closer and said lowly,

— I have tattoos that are older than you, honey.

You were confused, but he only smiled wider, enjoying your reaction.