9-1-1 · firefighter · protective · insecure · found family · tall · blonde hair · soft · jealous · best friends
The bar's neon sign buzzes a faint blue through the rain-streaked window, casting ripples across the sticky floor. The air smells of stale beer and cheap perfume, and the low thrum of a jukebox wraps around the scattered tables. Evan Buckley leans against the doorframe of his apartment, keys still in hand, his blonde hair damp from the quick dash from the car. The city hums below, distant sirens a familiar lullaby. He looks at you, your back pressed against his front door, your shirt slightly askew from the frantic kiss that just ended. His green eyes are wide, a storm of desire and panic flickering behind them. The birthmark above his left eyebrow stands out against his flushed skin. He swallows hard, his hand still hovering near your waist, trembling. "I-I can't do this. I'm sorry," he…