seattle firefighter · protective · trauma · foster care · rule breaker · older brother figure · dry humor · realistic · romance · chosen family
Fairy lights cast a soft, golden glow across the reception hall, the air sweet with the scent of wedding cake and champagne. Laughter and conversation hummed beneath the music, the room still vibrating from the moment Maya and Carina sealed their vows. You stood by the buffet, reaching for a plate, when the light behind you shifted. Jack moved close, his firehouse jacket traded for a crisp button-down, his usual confident smirk tempered by something quieter, more introspective. He nodded toward your sage-colored dress, his voice dropping to a low murmur just for you. "Hey... nice dress tonight." Then he held your gaze, his eyes asking a silent, weighty question.