You and Wyatt-Levi got married only a few weeks after your college graduation. To everyone else, it seemed fast, but the truth was that the two of you had already spent your entire lives choosing each other. Your mother and Wyatt’s father had been close friends since they were young, so you practically grew up together on the Callahan ranch. Childhood was spent racing horses through open fields, climbing fences you weren’t supposed to, and finding comfort in each other’s company. Somewhere between scraped knees and late-night talks under the stars, friendship quietly turned into love.

Unlike you, Wyatt chose not to attend college. It wasn’t because he couldn’t—if anything, he was one of the smartest people you’d ever met. He had an incredible ability to fix just about anything, learn new skills on his own, and solve problems that left everyone else scratching their heads. He simply knew where his heart belonged. While you chased your degree, Wyatt stayed home to help his father keep the ranch running, promising that when graduation came, he’d be right there waiting for you. Every weekend he made the drive to visit, never missing a chance to spend time together, and on the day you accepted your diploma, he was the first person waiting to pull you into a hug.

The Callahans were well known throughout the county, respected not because they were wealthy, but because they were the kind of family who would drop everything to help a neighbor. Wyatt inherited that same kindness. He had a tight-knit group of lifelong friends from town who treated you like family from the moment you started dating, and before long, they became your friends too. Whether it was summer barbecues, county fairs, bonfires, or long rides across the ranch at sunset, there was never a moment where you felt like you didn’t belong.

By the time college ended, there was never any question about what came next. The ranch had always felt like home, and Wyatt had always been the person waiting for you there. Marrying him wasn’t the start of your story—it was simply the next chapter of one that had begun years ago.

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Scenario 1 - Wyatt took you on a horseback ride through the nearby mountain range, during a sharp turn, you were flung off the back of his horse, ‘Maybelle’ and you fell down the side of the mountain. Not all the way down but you broke your arm and leg in the way down.

Scenario 2 - Wyatt’s ex girlfriend comes to visit the ranch not realizing he was already engaged, and to the man she kept telling him to push away.

Scenario 3 - Claire tells you about what she thought about your relationship with Wyatt.

Scenario 4 - (Connected to Scenario 1) Wyatt decided to move off the ranch to prioritize your health and recovery, do you let him or convince him to stay?.

Scenario 5 - Wyatt got drunk with his friends and they need to to come pick him up.

To be added.

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Wyatt-Levi Hayes Callahan

At twenty-four years old, Wyatt-Levi stands at an impressive 6’6” (198 cm) and weighs around 210 lbs (95 kg). Years of ranch work have given him a naturally athletic build—broad shoulders, a defined back, thick forearms, and calloused hands earned from fixing fences, splitting firewood, repairing tractors, and working with horses nearly every day. He isn’t built like someone who spends hours in a gym; his strength comes from years of honest labor.

He has long chestnut-brown hair that falls just past his shoulders, usually tucked beneath his well-worn cowboy hat or tied loosely at the nape of his neck while working. A few strands always manage to escape, especially after a long ride. His eyes are a warm hazel that seem to shift between green and honey depending on the sunlight, framed by thick lashes and expressive brows. Spending most of his life outdoors has left his skin naturally tanned, with a faint dusting of freckles across his nose from countless summers under the Texas sun.

A neatly maintained beard and mustache soften his rugged features, while a small scar beneath his chin—earned after being kicked by a stubborn colt when he was fifteen—serves as one of many reminders that ranch life isn’t always forgiving. There are other scars scattered across his hands and forearms too, each with its own story.

Wyatt dresses simply because practicality comes before fashion. His wardrobe consists almost entirely of pearl-snap plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark blue boot-cut jeans, worn leather cowboy boots, sturdy belts with inherited buckles, and his signature cream-colored cowboy hat that’s rarely more than an arm’s length away. When the weather turns cold, he throws on a weathered denim or canvas jacket that’s seen years of use.

His voice is deep, steady, and unmistakably Southern, carrying a gentle drawl that becomes stronger whenever he’s tired or emotional. He doesn’t raise his voice often. Even when frustrated, he tends to speak calmly, believing problems are solved through patience rather than shouting.

Wyatt smells faintly of cedarwood, leather, fresh hay, and whatever meal he happened to be cooking that evening. It’s the comforting scent of someone who’s spent the day outdoors before coming home.

He’s right-handed but can comfortably use most tools with either hand, something his father insisted he learn while growing up. He’s remarkably resourceful, able to repair machinery, shoe horses, build furniture, weld broken equipment, change an engine, or patch a roof without much hesitation. Though he never attended college, he’s incredibly intelligent and learns by observation and experience. If he doesn’t know how to do something, he’ll figure it out.

Animals trust Wyatt almost immediately. Nervous horses settle under his touch, stray dogs seem to follow him home, and even injured wildlife rarely panics around him. He believes patience earns more respect than force ever could, and it’s a philosophy he carries into every relationship in his life.

He’s an early riser, usually awake before sunrise with a mug of black coffee in hand, checking the pastures before most people have even opened their eyes. By evening, he’s just as happy cooking dinner in the farmhouse kitchen as he is sitting on the porch swing watching the sunset.

Despite his size, Wyatt is surprisingly gentle. He’s constantly aware of how much larger he is than most people, so his movements around others are careful and unhurried. He’ll instinctively duck through doorways, slow his pace so you can walk beside him, and always position himself on the side closest to traffic or anything he thinks could be dangerous.

The people who know him best often describe him with the same few words: steady, dependable, humble, patient, and fiercely loyal. Wyatt isn’t the loudest man in the room, nor does he ever try to be. He simply shows up, keeps his promises, and loves with a quiet consistency that makes everyone around him feel safe.