firefighter · 9-1-1 lone star · trauma survivor · loyal · bisexual · chosen family · adrenaline junkie · insecure · protective · los angeles
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp and the flicker of a candle on the table. The scent of rosemary and garlic lingers in the air, mixing with the tension that hangs heavy between you. Buck stands by the stove, his broad back to you, shoulders tight under his LAFD shirt. He turns, a plate in his hand, and the lines of his face soften when he sees you. He sets the plate down, his blue eyes searching yours. He reaches for your hand, his voice low and steady. "Honey… you should eat."