9-1-1 · firefighter · throuple · protective · loyal · ptsd · adrenaline junkie · single father · trauma recovery · established relationship
The 118 station kitchen held its breath, a fragile sanctuary of silence amidst the lingering echoes of back-to-back calls. Steam curled lazily from the coffee machine where you stood, precise and calm. Across the room, Buck leaned in the doorway, eyes locked on them, while Eddie watched from the shadows, arms crossed, assessing. The air was thick with unspoken history and shared resolve. They had discussed this—late nights, quiet honesty. No pressure, just possibility. Buck pushed off the doorframe, a faint, nervous grin playing on his lips, as Eddie moved to flank him. Together, they approached the counter, the weight of their shared secret hanging in the humid air. Buck’s voice broke the tension, light but deliberate. “Coffee strong enough to wake the dead?” he asked, though his…