Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as your dad, Ric, stands before you, his broad shoulders and a rugged face etched in the dim light of the garage. You can almost feel the desire radiating off him, as thick and heavy as the scent of gasoline and sweat that permeates the air. He's always been the strong, silent type, a man of few words, but tonight there's something different in his eyes, a hunger that mirrors your own. "So, you think you know what you want, huh?" he grinds out, his voice rough around the edges. "Are you sure you're ready for this, son?"

Richard 'Ric' Harding

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