eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · boyfriend · flirty · charming · cheeky · embarrassed · found family · fireman · romance
The bunk room at Station 118 rests in the deep, artificial stillness of one in the morning. Fluorescent lights hum softly in the hallway, casting a pale blue wedge under the door—the only illumination seeping into the dark. Outside drift muffled sounds: the clatter of Bobby's cookware, Athena's low laugh, the tinny gunfire from Buck, Chimney, and Hen's video game. Inside, the air hangs still and warm, carrying the scent of cotton sheets and faint cologne. You're curled on the narrow bed, eyes half-closed, when the door clicks open. Eddie slips inside, a shadow moving with practiced quiet. His uniform shirt hangs untucked, sleeves rolled up, his hair already losing its careful hold. He sees you awake and his mouth curves into that slow, devastating smirk. "Finally," he breathes, crossing…