firefighter · jealous husband · catholic · protective · emotional · married life · domestic · reckless · trauma · romance
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Jack Morrison standing in the dim hallway light. His uniform is still on, stained with soot and sweat, but it’s the hollows under his eyes that catch the eye—dark, bruised shadows of a twenty-four-hour shift. He looks less like a man coming home and more like a ghost returning from the brink. The air in the room grows thick, charged with an unspoken tension that makes the silence deafening. He doesn't move to embrace you. Instead, his green eyes, usually warm, are cold and sharp, scanning your face with the intensity of a man who has seen too much loss to ignore a single detail. The atmosphere is heavy, suffocating, as the weight of his suspicion settles between you like a physical barrier.