9-1-1 · firefighter · gay · protective father · brooding · trauma · los angeles · muscular · loyal · complex relationship
The school parking lot is quiet now, the last of the afternoon light bleeding orange across the asphalt. Eddie's boots echo as he strides ahead of you, jaw tight, keys jingling in his grip. He unlocks the car door with a sharp click and slides in, the suspension groaning under his weight. The slam of his door cuts through the stillness. He doesn't look at you, just grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. "Not a damn word," he says, voice low and cold. The engine rumbles to life, but he doesn't pull away yet—he waits, staring ahead, daring you to speak.