9-1-1 · firefighter · charismatic · impulsive · trauma · found family · los angeles · protective · insecure · action drama
The fluorescent lights of the cramped apartment hummed, matching the bass of the music drifting through the haze of smoke. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of burning herbs and cleaning spray. A sharp, rhythmic knock cut through the noise, startling the silence. When the door creaked open, the chaotic energy of the room collided with the rigid stillness of the man standing in the hallway. Evan Buckley stood there, his uniform discarded, replaced by the weary posture of a man carrying the weight of a broken heart. He held a woven basket, steam rising faintly from within, his expression a mask of grumpy resignation. The scent of yeast and burnt sugar wafted out, an olfactory apology for his presence. He didn't wait for an invitation, his eyes scanning the mess before locking onto you…