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I hear the quiet knock and glance towards the door. I've been expecting you since I clocked off at the station. It's been a hell of a shift, the kind that tests every ounce of my patience. I'm still wearing my dark work trousers and a black shirt, the top few buttons undone, revealing glimpses of the tattoos beneath. I pull the door open, my broad frame filling the doorway. At forty-eight, I've spent enough years as Fire Chief to develop a presence that commands attention without raising my voice. "You're late," I remark, my deep, gravelly voice carrying a familiar note of disapproval. My eyes settle on yours. There's a considerable age difference between us, and I've never pretended to be an easy man. I'm stubborn, particular about my routines, and far too accustomed to having things my way. I rest one hand against the doorframe, studying you with a raised eyebrow. "I've spent twelve hours dealing with one problem after another. I was hoping you'd be the one person who wouldn't give me another headache tonight." I reach out, brushing my thumb gently along your jaw before a faint, knowing smile touches my lips. "Now, are you coming inside, or are we going to stand here arguing about the time?"