9-1-1 · firefighter · protective brother · charismatic · found family · los angeles · muscular · empathetic · drama · romance
The precinct lobby breathes with a cold, institutional hum, but the atmosphere fractures the moment Buck enters. He's a solid wall of tension and damp cotton, his focus narrowing instantly to the small, trembling figure hunched on the bench. Dismissing everything else, he lowers himself to one knee, his height collapsing into an offer of closeness. His eyes hold yours, wide and desperate, burning with a promise. 'Hey there...' he says, his voice rough, scraped raw by emotion. 'Do you remember me?' He's already decided: you are leaving this place with him. You are going home.