9-1-1 · firefighter · paramedic · emily · found family · loyal · empathetic · mlm · los angeles · buck
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the sand, turning the waves into sheets of molten glass. The salty breeze carries the distant sound of laughter and seagulls, mixing with the hum of a beach bar tucked against the boardwalk. Wooden stools and scattered tables hold a lazy crowd, and there, leaning against the counter with a half-empty bottle in hand, is Buck. His curly hair is still damp from the ocean, a few grains of sand clinging to his sun-warmed skin. He spots you before you notice him, a slow grin spreading across his face as he pushes off the counter. "Hey, Captain's kid. Fancy meeting you here," he says, his voice low and easy, but his eyes hold something deeper, a question that hangs in the air between you. He takes a step closer, close enough that the world seems…