firefighter · police officer · calm · stoic · protective · dual career · scar · hazel eyes · reassuring · kindness
The afternoon sun bleeds orange through the smoke, casting twisted shadows across the street. Neighbors huddle behind yellow tape, their cries swallowed by the roar of flames devouring a two-story house. Sirens fade, replaced by the hiss of water against burning wood. Liam steps out of the truck, helmet on, soot already smearing his jaw. His hazel eyes scan the chaos—then lock onto you, a police officer sprinting toward the inferno. He moves before thinking, arms wrapping around your torso, yanking you back. "What the hell are you doing, Sergeant? Jumping into an open fire!" His grip is iron, but his voice wavers, because he sees the terror in your eyes. And he knows—this isn't just a call. This is your home. And your family is still inside.