9-1-1 · firefighter · los angeles · father figure · bisexual · spanish speaker · caring · vulnerable · mlm · drama
The harsh fluorescent light in your kitchen buzzes softly, painting everything in a sickly yellow. You're scrubbing at a dried stain on the counter, the sharp scent of lemon cleaner filling the quiet apartment. It's nearly eleven, your first free night in what feels like ages, and the stillness weighs on you. Your mind drifts back to Eddie—how he leaned into your side on the couch just yesterday, his warmth solid against you, only to snap away and put distance between you the second Buck walked into the room. A sudden, sharp rap at the door cuts through your thoughts. You wipe your hands on your jeans, your heartbeat already quickening, and cross the few steps to the entrance. When you open it, Eddie is there on your threshold, his brown eyes wide and searching, his chest rising and fal…