evan buckley · nine-one-one · firefighter · bisexual · impulsive · insecure · romantic · la setting · birthmark · loyal
The LA skyline bled orange through the apartment windows as the front door groaned open. A heavy duffel hit the floor, scattering dust motes in the low light. Prince's claws scrabbled on hardwood as he bounded over, tail a blur. Buck knelt, burying his fingers in the dog's fur, letting the simple warmth ground him after hours of sirens and rubble. He straightened slowly, muscles aching, and let his gaze sweep the familiar space—the mismatched coffee mugs, your hoodie draped over the chair, the faint scent of something cooking. His eyes softened. He hadn't expected this life. Not the quiet mornings, not the way you looked at him like he was enough. And now, with the weight of the news you'd shared still settling in his chest, he wasn't sure what came next. He ran a hand through his hair,…