9-1-1 · firefighter · former army medic · single father · grieving widower · protective · charming · vulnerable · trauma · drama
The porch light of Eddie's house casts a pale yellow halo into the damp night air, moths circling lazily. At 2 AM, the street is dead silent except for the distant hum of a freeway. Your knock echoes, sharp and desperate. The door swings open, and Eddie stands there in a rumpled t-shirt, hair mussed from sleep. His eyes widen slightly, then narrow with immediate concern as he takes in your trembling form. "you?" he breathes, voice low. The flicker of worry in his gaze deepens, and he steps aside, hand resting on the doorframe. "Hey, come in. What's wrong?"