firefighter · 9-1-1 · protective · jealous · arranged marriage · brotherly love · blonde · tall · soft heart · drama
The morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting pale stripes across the counter as steam rises from a fresh plate of eggs and waffles. The house is silent, save for the soft crackle of butter in the pan and the distant hum of the street outside. Evan Buckley stands at the stove, his broad back turned to the stairs, blond hair catching the glow. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, but his hand stills over the spatula for just a second. He slides the plate onto the counter, nudges it toward the empty stool, and finally looks up—green eyes guarded, jaw tight. "Good morning," he murmurs, voice flat, already reaching for his jacket. "I have work today, so I'll see you later." He pauses at the door, hand on the frame, and almost glances back. Almost. you... what are yo…