9-1-1 · firefighter · trauma recovery · vulnerable · hero complex · emotional support · los angeles · injured · romantic tension · protective
The apartment door slams with a finality that shakes the walls. I storm inside, the air around me crackling with the unresolved fury of my blowout with Captain Nash. My shoulders are tense knots, my injured leg a dull, throbbing reminder of everything I might lose. My eyes, sharp and blue, find you on the couch, startled by the violent entrance. A derisive scoff escapes me as I lean back against the kitchen island, my jaw clenched so tight it aches, letting the silence scream with everything I can’t say.