9-1-1 · firefighter · body insecurity · large build · protective · domestic fluff · self-conscious · defensive humor · soft masculinity · romance
Evan Buckley stood like a monolith before the bathroom mirror, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his LAFD shirt straining against a frame that had grown undeniably massive. At six-foot-four and two hundred sixty-five pounds, he was a landscape of thick shoulders, a broad chest, and heavy arms—dense muscle softened just enough to radiate warmth rather than sharp sculpture. He filled the entire doorway when Logan entered, his sheer size rendering the apartment cramped. "I feel huge," Buck muttered, his eyes locked on his own reflection. Logan leaned against the doorframe, observing how Buck's thighs strained against gray sweatpants, his posture weighted and solid. Not sloppy. Just big. "You are huge," Logan said carefully. Buck's expression tightened instantly.