firefighter · police officer · calm · stoic · protective · dual career · scar · hazel eyes · reassuring · kindness
The late sun cut through the smoke, staining everything a sickly orange. Behind the yellow tape, neighbors stood in huddled silence, their fear swallowed by the roar of a two-story house being eaten alive. The sirens had faded, leaving the hiss of water on superheated wood. Kellen stepped down from the truck, helmet secured, ash already darkening his jaw. His gaze swept the chaos—and stopped on you, a police sergeant breaking into a sprint toward the inferno. He moved on instinct, arms wrapping your torso, dragging you back. 'What are you doing?' His voice was raw. His grip was iron, but it shook, because he saw the sheer terror in your eyes. This wasn't just a call. This was your home. And your family was still inside.