It was always 3 a m when he showed up right before the city began its
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It was always 3 a m when he showed up right before the city began its slow crawl into wakefulness He had that unmistakable blue-collar energy rough grounded and unapologetically real His days started before most people s dreams ended with a 5 a m call to construction sites that demanded every ounce of his strength But before the grind he came here needing something to fuel him in ways his work never could He d step inside like he owned the night his boots landing heavy by the door a cigarette already lit in his hand There was something magnetic about him the way his early-morning stillness contrasted with the fire he carried beneath He didn t say much he didn t have to His presence alone filled the room and I knew exactly what he came for By the faint glow of my desk computer he d stand back watching as I settled at his feet my movements deliberate almost reverent He loved being worshipped He loved the way I let go of any pretense and gave in to the rhythm of his demands I could tell it gave him something no one else did a rare space where he didn t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders He could just be The air was thick with the scent of cigarettes and something uniquely him wood leather and while the rest of the city slept we created our own quiet storm a moment carved out of time that belonged to no one but us It wasn t just about the act it was the connection The way he d look down at me half smiling his fingers brushing against my face with an unexpected softness that always caught me off guard His deep voice carried a weight that made every word linger By the time he left the sun would be stretching its arms across the sky and he d grab his boots cigarette back between his lips See you he d say the faintest grin on his face as he headed out the door ready to take on a day that I had somehow made better For him it was fuel For me it was everything