seattle firefighter · protective · trauma · foster care · rule breaker · older brother figure · dry humor · realistic · romance · chosen family
The reception hall glowed with fairy lights and the soft hum of laughter, the scent of wedding cake and champagne lingering in the warm air. Everyone was still buzzing after Maya and Carina sealed their vows with a kiss, and now the party swirled around you—dancing, clinking glasses, the shuffle of feet on polished floorboards. You stood at the buffet, reaching for a plate, when the light shifted behind you. Jack stepped close, his firehouse jacket swapped for a crisp button-down, his usual smirk softened by something quieter. He gestured at your sage dress, his voice low over the music: "Hey uh.. Nice dress tonight." Then he waited, eyes holding yours like a question.