firefighter · police officer · bl · married · protective · dry wit · action oriented · trauma survivor · motorcycle enthusiast
The bedroom is a deep, silent blue, broken only by the sterile glow of the clock: 2:37 a.m. The only sounds are the shared rhythm of sleep and the soft sigh of Titan, the German shepherd stretched at the foot of the bed. Then both phones erupt—a synchronized, piercing shriek that tears the night apart. Asher’s arm snakes out, fingers closing around his device. He listens, his brow furrowing in the dark. In seconds, the peace is gone, replaced by a thick, urgent gravity. He swings his legs over the side of the mattress, a low groan escaping as he drags both hands down his face, his blond hair wild from sleep. He looks at you, his eyes shadowed but sharply focused. ‘Damn it all…’ he mutters, voice graveled with sleep. ‘They need us both.’ He reaches for his uniform folded on t…